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Stuart and Sara were enjoying a leisurely doggy style fuck on the pilot’s couch when the distress call came in. The pair slowed their rhythm as the holo-display flickered into life, than snapped into focus, showing the top half of a gorgeous busty blond woman, her full round tits jutting proudly from her naked chest.

“Please help me,” she begged, “my escape pod crashed on this planet two weeks ago, and I have been all alone ever since. I really need some sex or I will lose my mind.”

The message ended, kept short by the limited bandwidth of the emergency channel. The ships nav system automatically displayed the co-ordinates of the distress beacon.

Probeship pilots were automatically expected to respond to distress calls, as their fast ships were able to reach those in need most quickly, but there would have been no trouble convincing Sara to assist a hot nympho babe to a much needed orgasm.

Sara issued the simple voice command, “Proceed”, and both the nav system and her sex partner obeyed, the ship slewing around and accelerating smoothly while Stuart resumed his measured thrusting of his swollen cock into Sara’s juicy pussy. The increasing gravity drove them both into the pilot’s couch, forcing them to pause again for a moment.

“She looks hot, I can’t wait to eat her juicy pussy,” breathed Sara. ” I was thinking the exact same thing,” grinned Stuart, ” we’ll have to take turns.” “Randy bastard” “Slut” “Yeah, you know I am, now get back to fucking me, man-whore”.

The gravity had eased as the ship had reached its assigned speed. The pair resumed their former position and resumed their passion with renewed vigour, both of them looking forward to screwing the blond girl.

One thousand parsecs (about ten minutes in a probeship at full speed) later, their target planet hove into view, a shining blue dot on the vidscreen, just as Stuart cock sprayed his hot come liberally over Sara’s quivering pussy walls, their orgasmic cries echoing around the small ship’s cockpit.

They collapsed together on the couch, their breathing ragged, and their expressions blissful. Having recovered her breath, Sara disentangled herself from Stuart, rolling him onto his back and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth, enjoying the combined taste of their love juices as she carefully cleaned his entire length. Finishing with a grin, she smiled back at him playfully.

“Your turn” she said, pointing to her cum soaked crotch, “It’s creampie time”.

Stuart was happy to oblige, not that he had a lot of choice, as Sara climbed up his body and planted her juicy pussy directly on his face. Stuart slurped at her sopping snatch, his cock hardening again as he pleasured his filthy slut, driving his tongue into her and nibbling at her clit.

Sara was tempted to take his cock up her arse, and would have if the autopilot handed demanded her attention, with a polite but urgent “Landing imminent”. With a sudden air of professionalism, Sara took the controls, smoothly adjusting the computer’s clumsy approach angle to the planet’s atmosphere, executing an inch perfect aerobraking manoeuvre and deploying the ship’s stubby wings for airborne flight.

Five minutes later, she touched the ship down on one of the numerous small sandy islands that appeared to be the watery planet’s only geographical feature.

The pair dressed, although neither really knew why, but it somehow seemed inappropriate to rescue people naked. Five hundred metres away down the beach was a medium sized orange tent-like structure, presumably the escape pod’s survival shelter. The pair of them walked briskly to it, enjoying the feel of solid (well semi-solid) ground and the warm sand under the bare feet.

As they approached the tent a moaning sound reached their ears. At first they started forward in response to an apparent emergency, but after a second they recognised the moaning as that of a woman’s sexual pleasure.

“Sounds like she really did need fucking” smirked Sara.

They approached the tent, and finding the door wide open, looked inside. They both gaped at what they saw. There naked before them was the woman they had seen on the distress call, her fingers stuffed deep into her pussy. But this was not what made them gape. Above her pussy, with her other hand wrapped around it, was a hard throbbing vein cock. Their castaway was a fully functional hermaphrodite!

As they watched, the girl’s orgasm hit her, pussy juices flowing past her fingers as her cock spurted jet after jet of thick white cum across her belly.

As her orgasm ardahan escort subsided, her eyes open and she started to see the two humans staring at her. A wide grin spread across her face, and she leapt up excitedly. “You have come to rescue me?” “Yes, we got your distress call a half hour ago”. “I am Kelly, and I am Hermari” she ventured. “We are humans, Stuart and Sara,” replied Sara “I have travelled widely in this sector but I have not heard of the Hermari”.

“We are virtually unknown to others” Kelly replied. “We were originally human, an all-female cargo of a prison ship, until our ship hit a wormhole, leaving us in deep space. The guards let us go when it was clear we would not get home. We used the ship’s nano gear to modify our bodies to allow us to procreate, with the unexpected side effect of making us all extremely horny all the time.

Since then we have screwed our way across the sector, stopping only to reprovision our replicators and fuel cells”.

“Was there a problem with your ship?” asked Sara. Kelly looked confused. “Oh, the escape pod, um, yes.”

Sara looked questioningly at Stuart, detecting the obvious lie. Stuart shrugged, there was clearly more to her story, but the bulge in his suit said it could wait. Sara felt pretty much the same, this hot girl needed screwing, whatever her story. She couldn’t wait to have Kelly’s cock inside her.

Sara dropped to her knees in front of Kelly and slurped her come off her tummy, before sucking her semi-hard cock into her mouth. Kelly groaned at the pleasure of another’s touch, for her it had felt like an eternity.

Stuart stepped forward and kissed her deeply, then moved behind her, cupping her tits in his hands and nuzzling her neck, while pressing his bulging groin against her ass.

Kelly’s cock was fully hard in no time, and Sara stepped away, unzipping her suit and peeling it off urgently, before lying on her back on the shelter’s floor.

“Come fuck me with that cock,” she demanded.

Kelly dropped to her knees between Sara’s legs and placed her cock against Sara’s pussy entrance, thrusting into her with one thrust, making Sara’s eyes go wide with the sensation.

The castaway fucked the pilot in this position for several minutes, her big tits pressing against Sara’s, the two girls kissing and necking as they fucked.

Sara was in a fantasy bliss, she loved being fucked by girls with strap-ons, but to be fucked by a girl with a real, throbbing, hot fleshy cock was so much better.

Stuart had stripped off, his own cock standing to full attention, the bulbous head bulging with the pressure of a seriously strong erection as he watched the two girls fucking. Then, to his delight, the two rolled over, still joined in intercourse. This position left Kelly’s pussy exposed beneath the base of her cock. Stuart knelt between her legs and stroked her pussy with his fingers.

Conveniently the Hermari had located their bollocks as discreet bulges either side of the base of their cocks, so there was nothing to impede access to their pussies. The appeared to have genetically engineered away their pubic hair also, as Kelly’s groin was completely bald. Stuart ignored his throbbing erection for a second and lowered his head to Kelly’s bald snatch licking and lapping at her labia, slipping his tongue into her juicy hole and swirling around her slit. Sara’s arse clenched in front of his face as she gripped Kelly’s cock as it slid in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, fuck me, please” Kelly begged, and Stuart obliged, slipping his knob against her slippery gash, pausing briefly to tease her with the tip, before sliding the full length into her, his foreskin sliding back over his cock head as his cock squeezed through her tight love tunnel, leaving his knob-end to bulge even bigger as he pistoned in and out of her.

The three horny spacefarers gradually adjusted to the rhythm required for their three way fuck and were soon grinding and pumping away merrily. Kelly’s mind swam, just minutes before she had been desperately striving to fill the aching need inside her by wanking her way to a double orgasm, now she was being double-fucked by two beautiful strangers.

For weeks now she had hoped against hope for rescue, expecting to be found and ravished by a band of hairy pirates, which of course she would also have loved, but these two really knew how to fuck. And fuck they did, the three of them working their way to a noisy, sticky glorious orgasm, as both girl’s pussies flooded their adıyaman escort invading cocks as they spewed forth their own hot sticky fluids.

All three of them were so fired with lust they barely paused before forming new arrangements. Sara reversed her position above Kelly, squeezing her still hard member between her tits and slurping Stuart’s come from Kelly’s pussy before going to work in earnest on her clit, sending her almost immediately into another orgasm.

Stuart kneeled at Kelly’s head, dangling his semi-hard cock in front of her, which she greedily swallowed. He reached out with his fingers, driving them into Sara’s flooded pussy, coating them with come before slipping them up her arse. Sara paused her oral assault briefly to squeal with delight and breath hoarsely “Oh yeah, I want both your cocks in me at once.”

Kelly’s attention to Stuart’s cock had it hard again already and she was deep throating him with consummate skill. Almost reluctantly he withdrew, laying on the floor beside her, with his cock bouncing in front of him. Sara stood and straddled Stuart with her back to him, lowering her pussy over his still uncapped knob, coating it liberally with her pussy’s juicy contents, before raising off him and positioning her arse against him.

Kelly had moved around between his legs and gripped Stuarts cock, guiding it into Sara’s willing arsehole. Sara gradually worked him into her, her eyes wide as she accepted his throbbing length. Once he was fully in, Sara laid back on his chest, his hands gripping her tits as she ground her hot young body against him.

Kelly shuffled forward and slipped her cock once again into Sara’s willing pussy, this time constricted by the cock in her anus. Sara groaned as the sheer pleasure of being completely filled washed over her, as the two warm bodies sandwiched her in a sublime tangle of flesh.

Kelly and Stuart began to alternately thrust in and out of Sara’s orifices, occasionally breaking their rhythm to slam home both together for maximum impact. All of them took longer to come, although the sheer sensory overload Sara was getting pushed her over the edge quite quickly, and held her there in agonising ecstasy for what seemed like hours before the others quickened and thrust home, emptying their come inside her in a wonderful explosion of pulsing hot wetness. Exhausted from the intensity, she drifted into a blissful sleep.

Kelly and Stuart moved her to a more comfortable position and lay down beside her, kissing and stroking each other in a lazy relaxed way. Stuart was on the edge of dozing off when Kelly stood up, grabbed his hand and said, “come on, let’s swim”. They ran the short distance to the water and plunged in, Stuart was surprised by the warmth, almost body temperature.

The two frolicked together playfully for a while, up to their necks in the warm ocean, the water washing away the sweat and other fluids that had built up during the afternoon’s activities.

Suddenly Kelly dived under the water, popped her head between Stuart’s legs and stood up, leaving him helplessly floating on his back with his legs across her shoulders. Taking his cock into her mouth, Kelly set to work giving Stuart one of the best blowjobs of his life. These Hermari really were insatiable.

As his cock hardened, Stuart’s imagination went to work. He imagined the positions reversed, but instead of his mouth on Kelly’s pussy, he imagined her hard cock in his mouth. Stuart had never fucked another man, and had little desire to, but he couldn’t deny some curiosity, and besides Kelly was definitely a woman, and Stuart wanted to pleasure her in every way possible.

Despite his earlier sexual efforts, Stuart’s fantasies and Kelly’s excellent blowjob had him close to cumming, and when Kelly slid a cheeky finger up his arse, wiggling it gently inside him, his cock erupted, spurting into Kelly’s mouth, where she gratefully swallowed it, as if it were chocolate syrup.

His own passion undiminished by his orgasm, Stuart broke free of Kelly’s grip and deftly reversed the position. She squealed and writhed playfully, but soon lay still, the warm water lapping at her body, and her tits swaying majestically as they floated. Kelly’s cock lay against her tummy, turgid but soft despite her obvious pleasure when sucking Stuart’s cock. Stuart lapped at her pussy and played gently with her clit.

He slid his hands up across the smooth skin of her shaft, following them with his tongue, feeling it swelling as it rapidly karabük escort hardened in response to his attentions. Reaching the head he engulfed it with his mouth, and sucked gently on it as she had done for him earlier.

Kelly struggled free, and led Stuart to the beach, and had him kneel in front of her, her cock bobbing in front of his face. He took her in his mouth again, gripping the base of her shaft with one hand, and diddling her pussy with the other. She placed her hands on his head, urging him deeper, which he did, her cock filling his mouth, his tongue working on the sensitive underside, as applied a gentle suction with his teeth.

Stuart was really getting into it now, moving both his hands to cup her luscious arse cheeks as he took as much of her cock in his mouth as he could, lovingly sucking it’s fleshy warmth as it throbbed and twitched in his mouth. He worked a finger into her arse, and two others into her pussy.

Kelly’s legs began to tremble as her orgasm approached, and Stuart could feel her cock head begin to swell even further inside his mouth. Kelly’s breathing quickened and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she came.

Stuart felt the first hot blast of her come hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed valiantly, gulping down several jets of come as she came in his mouth, before releasing her still spurting cock, which she grabbed with her hand and rubbed over his neck, before dropping to her knees and licking it off before meeting his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss.

Stuart felt an unusual sense of elation, and lust burned ever brighter inside him, as if the nymphomania of the Hermari was contagious. He wouldn’t have minded if it was, especially when Kelly whispered in his ear what she felt like doing next.

He leapt up and led her to the tent. Sara was stirring from her nap, and was soon wide awake as Kelly and Stuart lay either side of her and began stroking and kissing her and sucking on her nipples. Her pussy was soon once again on fire and as she reached down with her hands she found two hard cocks. She debated in her mind which she wanted inside her first, but soon found the choice had been made for her.

Stuart and Kelly moved to sit facing one another, their legs intertwined and their erect cocks rubbing together. Sara at first thought they intended to take both her holes again, but as she positioned herself over them, Kelly grabbed her hips from behind, while Stuart wrapped his hand around both their cocks, squeezing them together.

Kelly guided Sara’s pussy down onto the twin cockheads, and she gasped as they stretched her wide as they both squeezed in. Taking a deep breath to relax her muscles, she eased down onto the twin cocks, a huge sigh escaping her lips as they slid deep inside her still cum-soaked pussy. She briefly wondered how Stuart had become so relaxed around Kelly’s cock, but that quickly slipped from her mind as her two lovers began to fuck her pussy simultaneously.

Her juices began to flow like never before, lubricating the two shafts so that slipped and slid against one another. Both Kelly and Stuart were blissfully enjoying the twin sensations of each other’s cocks and Sara’s overstuffed pussy.

While their position was ideal for the surprise entry, it limited their movement somewhat, and the three of them rearranged, with Sara kneeling across Stuart and Kelly kneeling behind. Sara groaned out loud once more as they again slipped both of their cocks into her pussy at once, and this time they were able to fuck her more forcefully, which they did, again driving Sara into a multiple orgasm.

This time Kelly pulled out, letting Sara drift back to a blissful plateau. Stuart was disappointed at first, as his cock felt lost in Sara’s overstretched pussy without Kelly’s to share it, but Sara’s sex muscles were strong, and her pussy was soon gripping him sensually. Stuart gasped as Kelly placed the head of her cock against Stuart puckered anus, and gently drove it in. Stuart was used to taking Sara’s strap-ons and dildos, but Kelly’s cock was fatter and it twitched and throbbed inside him.

Realising what was going on, Sara climbed off Stuart and turned around, to watch, lowering her arse back over his cock as she did so to maintain his dual pleasuring. She marvelled at the sight of the busty blonde girl fucking her lover in the arse, and amused herself by playing with Kelly’s tits and her own pussy.

Kelly’s own orgasm gripped her, her cock spurting it’s load deep inside Stuarts arse, the novel sensation pushing him over the edge, his own cock blasting Sara’s arse with cum for the second time that day.

All three of them were finally sated, at least for a while, their debauched desired temporarily exhausted along with their bodies. They disentangled themselves and curled up together for a well deserved nap, cum still oozing from their various orifices.

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Tales of Alavern: Problems & Solutions

Prologue

The Great Mother sat silent and attempted to meditate, trying to heal and regain her power for another trip through the Source of All to the world she had plucked Cyrus from. If her daughters on the Isles of Alavern were to survive and produce another generation, one man wasn’t going to be enough. There would need to be others, and they would need to share his moral character. Hopefully by the time she was ready, her daughters would be more willing to accept more men into their society.

Her attempts to calm her mind seemed to fail spectacularly though, as she thought about the recent development between the former queen Naomi and her dear friend & Captain of the Guard, Brianna. The two had declared their love for one another and had spent from the early afternoon until the early night in a long game of passionate lovemaking. The Great Mother had felt dirty for a moment, wishing that her two daughters would not truly be in love until Naomi had spoken about her desires to regain her crown from Cyrus and keep him as both a valuable advisor and bed mate.

It had honestly felt like she’d dodged an arrow to the heart by a hair’s width, but it seemed that everything would still be on track as long as Cyrus managed to smoothly endear himself to the rest of the residents of the Alavern Isles. The queen and captain of the guard were an excellent start, but hardly the entire population of her daughters. Indeed, her new son had quite a lot of work ahead of him.

She gave up attempting to meditate, realizing she’d never quiet her mind enough to focus her energies until she’d at least checked in to see how things were going on the isles. She set her focus to the Alavern Isles, peering in through the window of the mid-day sun. She searched the isles of her daughters for her new son, and quickly found him being escorted to the sacred pool she’d gifted her daughters so long ago by Megara.

A twinge of guilt flooded her, thinking of the pool she had given her daughters so that they could continue their peaceful lives without having to sacrifice the love of family or children. She had already taken one man from his home, and was now preparing to take even more for the sake of her daughters. She took a deep breath to force that guilt down and continued observing. As she watched, she couldn’t help but wonder… why in the world was her new son headed to her failed pool?

Chapter 1

It had been a fairly simple question, wondering how the women of the Alavern Isles managed to reproduce for multiple generations. Yet now Cyrus found himself being led through the main island’s city by the royal head physic, who was currently in the middle of assaulting him with a series of very uncomfortable questions.

“So the penis becomes enlarged and stiffens when the male body is subject to arousal. That I understand, but what exactly is the purpose of the…you said they were called testicles?” Megara asked, scribbling something down on a scroll that she had brought with her. Cyrus groaned, cringing at the question despite knowing she wasn’t intending to unnerve him so.

“Look, you remember what we were talking about earlier? DNA and all?” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as they walked through the streets of the city. It was his first time outside of the palace since he had first arrived on the island three days ago and he couldn’t help but notice the looks he kept getting. While the palace staff had come to tolerate him and the palace guards held a begrudging respect for him, all the women that he and Megara were passing on the street gave him looks as though he were Godzilla getting ready to tear through Tokyo.

“Yes, I do recall that conversation.” Megara said, snapping his attention back to her. “It’s a very fascinating theory…”

“It’s not just a theory where I come from.” Cyrus interrupted, “Back home, we’ve managed to create tools powerful enough to actually let us see DNA under the right conditions. We know for a fact it’s a real thing and its general purpose overall. Science has come a long way in helping us understand the universe we live in.”

“Science?” Megara said confused, stopping in place and turning back to look at him.

“Yeah, science. The study of the universe and how it works and stuff.” Cyrus replied, not sure exactly what to make of her reaction. “Do you guys call it something different or…?”

“I suppose we’ve never had an official word for it before. We simply refer to it as studies, then name them as they become more specific. Like how we call the study of different ingredients and the effects they have when combined together, alchemy.” she said, a proud look on her face.

“Oh yeah, I know what alchemy is. We call it chemistry nowadays but we called it alchemy a long time ago. Now alchemy tends to refer to chemistry that has to do with the occult.” çeşme escort he replied with a smile.

“The occult? Well isn’t the occult simply another part of the world? What sense does it make to separate such things so much?” she asked, looking proud as though she’d just won an argument. Her pride deflated slightly as she saw Cyrus merely looked indifferently and shrugged in reply.

“What can I say, humans are weird. I know there’s a reason we started doing things certain ways but in most cases, we’ve been doing them so long that we don’t really question why we do them a particular way anymore. We just accept it as the way things are and go about our lives.” he replied, earning him a small, annoyed grumble from Megara. “Oh come on, you said you’d show me how your people make babies. Weren’t you looking forward to showing off your knowledge to me?”

“You’ve only been here for three days and you’re already learning how to manipulate me.” Megara replied quietly, making sure she couldn’t be overheard by the women who were staring at the two of them. “You’re quite dangerous after all, though in a very different way than our foremothers warned us about.” Cyrus rolled his eyes at her tone, and Megara couldn’t help but chuckle as she began leading him once again. “Anyway, back to the testicles you were about to tell me of.”

“Ugh..fine.” Cyrus groaned, a little upset he wasn’t successful in changing the subject. “Basically, testicles produce sperm. Sperm is a liquid substance that contains bits and pieces of our DNA. That DNA combines with the DNA in an egg in the womb. The combined DNA slowly grows inside of the womb and after about nine months the mother goes into labor and eventually squeezes the kid out of her vagina. That’s how babies are made where I come from.”

“Sex to make babies…fascinating.” Megara said, tapping her fingers to her chin in thought as they approached a large, ornate building. The building was clearly important, having imagery that Cyrus had learned from Naomi represented the Great Mother painstakingly carved into an elegant white stone. The building was beautiful, though one of the smaller structures that he’d seen in the city of the main island and was noticeably absent of any signage.

As he and Megara approached the ornately crafted double doors of the entrance, a lone woman came running out. The woman rushed past the both of them crying the kind of tears only the grieving and the hopeless can cry. Megara watched as the woman disappeared off into the city, sighing and looking after her with a look of sad compassion and understanding that Cyrus wasn’t used to seeing on her face.

“The poor child. She must have been especially hopeful for answered prayers. I wish I could figure out why the Mother’s blessing eludes us all so. At this rate, our people will simply die out…” Megara said solemnly, then turned to Cyrus. “You wished to learn how our people have children. I will take you to where it happens, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to show you, my king.”

Cyrus nodded and Megara led him inside, revealing that the building was just two very large, connected rooms. In the first room were a few benches to sit on and places to hang your clothes. The whole area would have given off the feel of a bath house if it weren’t for the knives on the walls and the little holes in the wall that held medical items clearly intended for bandaging up cuts. He gulped, shivering as he fought down his own squeamishness while ignoring how ironic it was for cuts and blood to freak a boxer out.

Megara led him further inside to the second room, which was nearly bare except for a large, but shallow pool that was in the very center of the room. The walls were simple, with no markings or windows. The only light in the room was from the pool itself, which had a soft blue glow that filled the entire room with just enough light to see comfortably.

“A bathing room?” Cyrus asked, confused as to what he was looking at.

“Not at all, my king.” Megara answered softly, kneeling down at the base of the pool and bringing her hands together in silent reverence. “This is the Mother’s Pool. It is where our children come from…came from.” she corrected herself, her face seeming more weary for a moment than Cyrus had ever seen it before.

“From inside the pool? How does that work, Megara?”

“You saw the knives adorning the walls of the preparation chamber we entered through, yes?” Megara asked, receiving a silent nod in answer. “The woman who would become a mother to a child prepares her heart and body before coming here, then they offer a prayer to the Great Mother and shed their clothing in the preparation chamber. After that, they grab one of the knives and bring it here where they proceed to wade into the pool. A cut is made with the knife so that blood can freely flow into the pool. From that blood, a child in the image of their mother is formed using the power başakşehir escort of the pool.”

“Clones…” Cyrus said suddenly, causing Megara to turn her attention back to him and give him a confused look. “Right, another new word. How to explain…uh, well a clone is when you take a part of someone containing their DNA and create a copy of them. It can be anything that contains sufficient DNA. Blood, hair, spit…”

“Semen?” Megara interrupted, the smile she gets when she understands something new gracing her face.

“Yeah, yeah. Semen would work too.” Cyrus answered, unable to help blushing to Megara’s amusement. “Though there are limits to cloning. For example, if you cloned a clone then the DNA would…get…diluted…”

“Is something the matter?” Megara asked as Cyrus’s words trailed off. His eyes grew wide as realization hit him.

“This is the only method your people have been using to create new children for generations, right?” Cyrus asked, needing to make sure he was on the right track. Megara nodded and he flinched, hoping this wasn’t going to be the poor news he was thinking it would be. “And you haven’t had any new people come into the island between when your foremothers were sheltered here by the Great Mother and when I arrived?”

“That’s correct. What are you getting at?” Megara asked, coming closer as she considered his words.

“What if…what if the reason that your people can’t use the pool to make more clon…children,” Cyrus quickly corrected himself, not wanting to seem too cold by sticking strictly to scientific terminology, “is because the material’s just become too diluted? Your foremothers used the pool to clone themselves, so every one of the current inhabitants of the island are clones of the clones of the clones and so on. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

Megara’s face scrunched in thought and Cyrus watched as she counted…something on her fingers. After a moment, Megara’s eyes went wide and she gasped out. Cyrus wasn’t sure if her gasp was one of surprise, horror, or possibly both but it made him uncomfortable just the same. She stared at the pool, her expression blank for a moment before she did something Cyrus never would have imagined her doing in the entire time he had known her. She fell to her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Megara?!” Cyrus shouted, running over to her and kneeling by her side.

“All this time…the problem was such a simple thing.” she said to no one in particular. “So many of us thought that we were being punished, or that we weren’t devoting ourselves enough to the Great Mother. For so long, I thought She had simply betrayed us…betrayed me, but…but…” Megara’s words were cut off as she resumed crying, unable to form words against the unrelenting wave of sorrow washing over her.

“Well…” Cyrus started while gently rubbing her back, “we know the problem now, right? So now we just have to figure out the solution and solve the problem. We can do that, with your brains and what information I can add to your pool of knowledge…”

“Solution?” Megara said suddenly, cutting him off. She wiped her eyes and that look of contemplation Cyrus had become so familiar with had returned to her face. He watched her eyes dart back and forth in her head as she silently mumbled to herself and tapped her chin with her fingers. She stood up slowly and a look of eureka came upon her face, washing away most of her sorrow despite her tears still flowing gently from her eyes. “What if…what if you’re the solution?”

Chapter 2

Naomi groaned as she stretched herself awake. She and Brianna had gone for a rather vigorous night of passion last evening, yet only Brianna seemed to have had the energy to wake up on time this morning. The light shined in through Brianna’s bedroom window as the former queen laid there and tried to muster up the will to get out of bed. She turned her head, frowning at the now-empty spot on the bed her lover had inhabited all night. She had shared a satisfying bed with two lovers now, and she had quickly grown to loathe sleeping alone.

Her dissatisfaction was enough to finally get her out of bed, throwing off the covers and stretching her gloriously nude form in the light of the early afternoon sun before getting to her feet. She looked around Brianna’s room, sparse in decor save for the bed that was even more luxurious than her own, and felt a twinge of sorrow. As much as she loved finally getting to curl up asleep with her love every night, she couldn’t help but miss her old room. She missed sleeping in the royal chambers and waking up, then going to enjoy the morning sun on her balcony.

There was no going back though. At least not until she reclaimed her crown from Cyrus, but the right for him to pass the crown back to her required two more months of waiting. Who knew if he would still feel like giving it up after having küçükçekmece escort it sit on his head for that long? Not using its power or revealing that he was, in fact, king of the Alavern Isles might not last more than a few more days. Eventually, word would spread and panic would ensue all across the isles. They would have to figure out how to prevent that, but doing so would mean somehow combatting generations of fear about the evils of men.

She went towards Brianna’s closet and pulled out some of the clothes she had moved in here yesterday while she thought of what exactly to do about the situation. She knew that she would have to speak with Cyrus about any plans going forward, but having some ideas to present to him would help them both to speed things along. First thing would be to ask him to anoint her as his official advisor. He knew next to nothing about the islands, her people, or their culture after all.

The largest problem would be figuring out how exactly to introduce him as King without causing a riot. She knew that it would mean revealing the folly of wagering her crown against someone she could have easily refused if it hadn’t been for her own pride and ego outweighing her sense. Perhaps it was for the best though, after all she certainly wouldn’t be repeating that mistake again any time soon. Still, telling everyone who wasn’t a witness to the battle would be an issue unto itself. She would need more help to figure everything out and, just as importantly, she would need to introduce more intelligent, helpful Verni women to Cyrus.

Naomi’s thoughts turned to the allies that they already had as she puzzled everything out and got herself presentable for the day. There was herself, of course, and Brianna. Brianna respected Cyrus, not because of his strength, but because of the compassion and humility he showed in the face of victory. Though she knew Brianna would never admit so out loud, especially when she was in one of her new fits of jealousy about Naomi’s attraction to him. She chuckled at that thought before returning her attention to the few other allies Cyrus had gained in his time here.

Megara was a fan of the King, mostly because she had a curiosity that matched Naomi’s own and Cyrus was more than willing to answer all of the questions that he had for the head physic. He even answered the ones that embarrassed the hell out of him, which was mostly the questions about sex and his own body. Megara was a bit frustrated that he wouldn’t open up about the truth behind the many scars on his body, a secret he had only shared with Naomi so far and she had refused to share with anyone else out of respect for his wishes.

Naomi supposed that the last person she could probably count on as an ally to Cyrus would be Alexis, Brianna’s second in command. Alexis had so far shown a fairly neutral attitude towards the king, being polite and courteous but not really interacting with him outside of the scope of her duties. She was always pleasant in her demeanor though, acting with him the same way she had with Naomi when the crown was still her’s.

Naomi sighed as she exited the room, starting her way towards Megara’s study. She hoped that the older woman would be able to give her some advice, especially since she was probably the closest to understanding a man’s body as no other woman of the Alavern Isles had in over 12 generations. It was a far cry from truly understanding his mind and how typical of a man he was, but it was far better for assuaging the Verni’s fears than nothing. She arrived at the door to Megara’s study and heard what seemed to be an argument coming from inside.

“I’m sorry Megara, but the answer is no. A very firm no.” Cyrus’s voice said from inside. He sounded like an unusual mixture of irritated and sorrowful, a far cry from the usual stream of embarrassment he held when he would speak with Megara in private. Naomi silently opened the door and watched the argument that brewed between the King and the Head Physic.

“Why precisely are you so dead set against making a baby with me? Is it my lack of youth or beauty?” Megara asked, her voice obviously more than a little upset with his refusal. “I have read so many stories of the legendary, unquenchable lust of men. Where is that now, when I am literally offering myself to you?”

“It doesn’t exist in me.” Cyrus stated flatly, “And it’s not about your age or your non-existent lack of beauty, Megara.” Naomi watched as Megara actually blushed ever so slightly at his words, her own mouth hanging slightly agape at the rare sight. “Look, it’s just..”

“Just what?” Megara asked, coughing to try and cover up the slight red in her cheeks. “I know that you slept with the former queen, and on your very first night here no less so you cannot tell me that it’s because you don’t find women sexually attractive.”

“That wasn’t…I mean…” Cyrus stuttered, this being his turn to blush now. “Look it was just… a really bad day, for the both of us.” She saw his face fall a bit and worried about the twinge of guilt on it. “We had both lost a lot that day. Naomi lost her crown and I…I lost everything. My family, my home… I still don’t know if I’m ever going to see them again. When we came together that night, it wasn’t really about lust or love. It was…well, it was comfort. We both just…”

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I collapsed to the ground, exhausted and racked with pain. For three days and three nights, I had been running without pause. On the horizon behind me, a pillar of smoke wafted up into the heavens, letting the world know that the city of Troy had been destroyed. On that fateful night, the armies of Greece had broken through our mighty walls and set the city ablaze.

While my body was as dry as sand from thirst and blood loss, I couldn’t help but cry in misery and agony. It was only last season that my family celebrated my twentieth birthday, I had reached the league of manhood, but I was unable to protect my parents or my siblings.

I remembered waking up to the sound of our front door being smashed in as the soldiers broke into the city. My father and brother were killed without mercy and I was stabbed in the side, a near fatal blow. I remembered falling to the floor, unable to stand or move as blood poured from my wound. Like savages, the soldiers took turns violating my sisters and my mother in front of me before killing them all and leaving me for dead.

With the fires of the burning buildings illuminating the dark night and smoke tearing at my throat, I staggered out of my home and fled the city, running past the horrors of the soldiers slaughtering my fellow Trojans. I was supposed to be a soldier of Troy, a valiant warrior that ignored all injuries and fought to death for my city and its citizens. But not once had I thought to put on my armor or even lift up a sword. Not once did I think to go into battle to fight for Troy and all the people within its crumbling walls. I just ran, ran like a coward.

Ignoring my burning thirst, the blood oozing from my side, and the rough ground slashing my feet after my sandals broke and fell away, I ran beneath the searing heat of the sun during the day and the pearled scythe-like moon at night, unaware of my surroundings and lacking the knowledge of why I was running at all.

Now I was here, sprawled out on the ground of a forest and unable to take another step, with my only relief coming from the cool night air and soil beneath me leaching away the intense heat burning within my aching body. I was more tired and in more pain than ever in my life, but the only relief I desired was the relief of death. My family was dead and my home was destroyed, what was the point of living? Now I could only hope the ferryman Charon would pity my poor soul and bring me across the river Styx without payment.

As I prayed to the gods for a quick death, the sound of footsteps reached my ears. They were so soft on the forest floor that I wasn’t sure if it was truly a person or an animal. All I knew was that I was not alone.

“Please don’t help me. Please, just leave me here to die.” I murmured with my voice raspy.

The stranger crouched down and placed their hand on my cheek. From just that small touch, I knew it was a woman. She had the softest skin I had ever felt and the tender care that seemed to radiate from her palm and fingers eased my pain and calmed my shaking muscles. The woman leaned forward and her long soft hair brushed against my skin, making me shiver. As her face approached mine, I desperately wished I had the strength to open my eyes and see her face before my death.

“It is not time for you to leave this world, you still have a life to live.” She whispered softly in my ear, speaking with the most beautiful voice that had ever blessed my ears.

She wrapped her arms around me and gently rolled me over with my head on her lap. I strained to open my eyes, just to get the slightest glimpse of her. All I saw was a green and blue glow and the silhouette of her long hair. She pressed her fingers against my lips and poured water into my mouth from her cupped palm, quenching my burning thirst. The water that ran down my throat felt like liquid crystal that was as cold as the sea in winter, cooling my aching body and calming the fires of agony within me.

“Sleep, sweet soul. Let your mind and body rest and heal so that you may continue to enjoy the bliss of life.” She cooed, brushing her soft hands against my face as my mind fell into warm darkness.

My eyes slowly opened and I gave a soft sigh. My whole body felt like it was bathing in warm wine, and while I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move, I did feel more rested than before I fell asleep. I looked around, having only the strength to move my eyes.

I was lying at the base of a tree on a bed of moss, as soft as pillow and covered in a sheet of some mysterious material that was as smooth and flexible of water, but did not feel like it was made of animal skin or a woven material. I was wrapped in a blanket of the same material, and while it was quite thin, it held in more warmth than a thick wool quilt.

Up above me, the branches of the tree were bent down towards the ground and interlaced, forming a tightly knit canopy of wood and leaves, thorough enough to keep even the most persistent rain from leaking through. The canopy was so extensive that it formed two walls with the tree as the third, creating a small egg-shaped fethiye escort bedchamber, almost like an animal den.

It was still night, but the forest seemed different from any forest I had ever seen before. Every tree and leaf seemed to have the faintest of auras, while the stars and moon glowed brighter than ever before. The air was filled with fireflies, further illuminating the forest and constantly moving around the lush fruit that hung from every tree. About twenty paces away was a babbling brook, giving off the soothing sound of water on rock. This place was a true Eden.

My body wasn’t so much exhausted now as it was peacefully tired, and every ounce of pain that had racked me before was now gone. While the night air was cool, it was in no way chilly and uncomfortable. The bed of moss I was lying on was incredibly warm and soft, and with the blanket over me, it felt like I was wrapped up in my own bed.

My eyes widened as a figure of light came into view, walking through the shallow brook. The figure approached and the light around them became dimmer and more focused, letting their features be distinguished. It was the woman from before, the woman who had saved me, and she was far more beautiful than I could have possibly imagined.

Her skin was a light greenish-turquoise shade, while her long hair was of a much deeper and more bluish hue. Her eyes glowed like the stars above us and the smile upon her soft lips was more beautiful than a sunrise in Troy. She had the face of a goddess, with features that were illuminated seemingly by the light of the heavens. Her body was quite shapely, with a narrow waist but large round breasts and full hips. She was wearing a dress of the same material as the sheet I was laying on, but it was covering her body so that her smooth thighs and slim belly were exposed, letting me see the tribal-style tattoos on her body.

She stepped out of the creek and walked towards me, with the plants glowing brightly around her with each step of her bare feet. I held my breath as she crouched down beside me with her tender smile, completely hypnotized by her beauty. She placed her soft hand on my cheek and I couldn’t help but shiver from her touch.

“You are safe, weary traveler. I am Serenity, the forest nymph, and this is my paradise. Rest and recover without worry or fear.” She said sweetly.

Her voice washed over me like warm rain. I tried to respond, but I was too tired to even use my voice. After running for three days without food or rest, my body was still half-dead from exhaustion. Serenity’s smile brightened and she stood up, grasping on of the fruits hanging above and plucking it from the branch. She crouched back down and sank her teeth into the fruit. I watched her smooth cheeks contract and inflate as she sucked the juices from the fleshy orb. With her mouth full, she relinquished the fruit and crouched over me.

My heart fluttered as she slowly leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman, and the experience was better than I could have possibly imagined. Her lips were softer than rose petals and were as warm as sunlight after a chilly night. With our lips connected, she transferred the fruit juice from her mouth and into mine. It was the sweetest nectar that I had ever sampled, and the second it touched my tongue, I could feel an addiction to it forming.

Once I had drank it all, she ended the kiss and sucked more juice from the fruit, then resumed transferring it to me. She did this several times with several more fruits, draining them of all liquid and then giving them to me with a soft kiss. Through her efforts, my thirst was quenched, my hunger was removed, my body was resupplied with the nutrients that it had been deprived of, and I gained enough strength to speak.

“What is your name?” The nymph whispered.

“Felix.” I said softly, making her smile.

Serenity then moved over to my side and gently lifted the blanket and my bloody tunic to examine my injury. I jerked and writhed in pain from the fabric touching my wound, which had gone all the way through me and nearly tore my organs. While the twin wounds had clotted and were no longer bleeding, the skin around them and the wounds themselves were dark from infection. I would be lucky to last a week before rotting from the inside out.

“Why do the gods despise me so? Everything in my life is ripped away in one fell swoop, but the sweet embrace of death will only come in exchange for time and agony…” I cursed with tears falling from my eyes.

“The gods do not despise you, they took pity on you by letting us meet. Do not despair when your life is far from forfeited.” Serenity murmured.

I turned to her and saw tears rolling down her cheeks like liquid pearls. She held her face over my wound and let her tears fall onto the infected flesh. I jerked as a mix of pleasure and pain surged from the wound, partnered by the sound of hot metal being dipped in water. Serenity’s tears pelted my wound, curing my infection alanya escort and mending my flesh all the way through. The intense sensations that filled my body were slowly snuffed out and I became limp, drained of what little energy I had.

Serenity moved up on top of me and placed her hands on my cheeks.

“Do not despair Felix, do not try to escape your pain by forsaking your life. Just sleep dear soul, sleep.” She hummed. She then leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

“Sleep.” She whispered again. My eyelids slowly lowered, and in the moments before I fell into the realm of dreams, I could feel Serenity lying down beside me with her arm across my chest, holding me in her tight embrace as she pulled the blanket over us.

Shining brightly through my eyelids, the sun woke me from my deep slumber. I gave a yawning sigh as my body slowly fell back under my control. I was still alive, but had what I seen really happened? Finally able to move, I sat up and looked around, hoping that my encounter with Serenity had not just been a sweet dream. I was still on the bed of moss beneath the interwoven canopy of branches, and twenty paces away was the babbling brook I had seen from the night before. I looked down and spotted one of the fruits that she had bit into before kissing me. So she did exist…

I slowly stepped out of the tree nook, struggling to maintain my balance and wincing in pain from the scars under my feet. After my sandals broke, the skin had been nearly torn off the bottom of my feet from the running. I staggered into the brook and collapsed, breathing heavily. A red streak could be seen running away on the surface of the water as the dried blood from my injuries and clothes were washed off.

I rolled onto my back, letting the cool water run over me while I gazed up at the sky. What was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to keep running once my injuries healed? Find a new home or city and try to start a new life? Would I ever see Serenity again?

I thought back to when we had kissed and the euphoria that filled my mind from that blissful touch, the sweet taste, the softness of her lips, and the tender care that seemed to radiate from her. I opened my eyes as the sound of a soft tune reached my ears. I rolled back over and looked up the river, gasping as I saw her.

Serenity was walking down the babbling brook, humming a soft tune and dancing with each step. With a smile on her face, she sat down when she reached me and gently kissed me on the forehead. The sensation of her lips against my skin made it feel like the water around me was as warm as tea.

“Good morning.” She said sweetly as she moved my head onto her lap.

“Serenity…” I murmured, unable to believe she was real.

“I’m glad to see that you are alright. As a nymph, I am unable to leave this forest, and I have never had company before. It is so nice to have someone with me.” She whispered with a tender smile.

I was still unable to believe this beautiful woman was real. Here I was, saved from an agonizing death by a forest nymph, more beautiful than any goddess and as sweet as the fruits that hung in her orchard.

“Once you are fully healed, will you dance with me? I love to dance and I would love it even more if you joined me.” She hummed as she brushed her hands against my cheeks. I shuddered as a wave of pain coursed through my veins like sludgy poison.

“How can you dance when Troy is nothing but ashes? How can there still be happiness in the world when so many men have been killed, women violated, and children enslaved over the course of a few days? How can I go on when the monsters of Greece tainted and destroyed everything that I held dear? There is nothing for me left but pain and misery and nothing in this world but war and loneliness.” I cursed as painful memories returned, drawing tears from my eyes.

“Shhhhhhh” Serenity hushed as she wiped them way.

“There is still so much in your life for you to cherish; this beautiful world full of wonder and happiness, your life and the majesty of life itself, and the gift you have of being able to see the years go by and watch the world in its eternal metamorphosis. Your life is not fated to hold only pain is misery, it is a cascade of choices for you to find your own path to happiness.

And if there really is nothing in this world other than war and loneliness, then stay here with me. Live with me in this forest so that we can banish each other’s loneliness and be together and happy for the rest of our lives. Please Felix, don’t leave me.” She cooed, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly.

At that moment, I could not imagine anything outside of Serenity’s embrace. Was there honestly anything in the world that could bring me more bliss than being held by this gorgeous woman? Was there anything in this world that could make me happy, other than Serenity’s sweet touch? Besides, I was still alive when I should have died. I possessed a life that should no longer belong to me, what right did manavgat escort I have to selfishly do what would make me happy when I didn’t deserve to be happy? If I were going to continue living, I would not live for myself; I would live to make others happy. And if staying alive and staying with Serenity would make her happy, then that was my new reason to live.

“Serenity, I will stay.” I said softly. The nymph smiled and kissed me again on the forehead.

“In these woods, your only worry is healing so that you will have the strength to dance with me. Thank you Felix, I know the life we will live together will be a beautiful one.” She hummed.

We were lying on the bed of moss, enjoying the cool shade of the interwoven canopy right above us, while everything else cooked under the midday sun. I had my arm around Serenity and the nymph was leaning her head on my shoulder with her arm across my chest.

“Who are you Serenity? I know only your name and that you are a forest nymph, nothing else. Please tell me more, I want to learn more about you.” I asked. Serenity hummed in reply and pressed herself against me tighter before replying.

“I was born in these woods as the daughter of Helios and his human lover. I was conceived and brought into this world in secret, for my parents loved each other and loved me so much that they wanted to keep me safe from the horrors of the world. Wherever a nymph lives, they can never leave, so my parents searched the world for the most beautiful place for me to live. They came here and I was born under this tree. Out of love, my father granted me a great gift; the Light of Outsight. Everything that the sunlight and moonlight shines upon is in my sight, letting me see the world from this forest. I’ve been here ever since, waiting for company.

What about you? Tell me about your life.” She purred. I looked up at the branch and shuddered as the memories came back.

“I was a warrior of Troy during our struggle with the armies of Greece, having been recruited into the army at fifteen. Originally I had wanted to be a poet and knew nothing of fighting, but with the skills the army trained me in and the thought of protecting my family and home, I had the strength and resolve to slay my enemies and survive every battle. I quickly rose through the ranks and became well respected by the royal family for my achievements in battle. I became one of the most celebrated soldiers in Troy. Few others had greater death-counts than I was; I was a war-hero.

I had a younger brother, four years my junior. I also had twin sisters, both barely in adolescence. My parents loved us all and were proud of my accomplishments in the war, all brought on by my will to fight and protect what was important to me.

When the news finally came that the war was over and our enemies had left our shores, I was so happy. I was happy that I would no longer have to fear for my family and have to kill to keep them safe. Maybe now I could retire as a soldier and do something with my life that would let me use my heart instead of my sword.

On the night that we retrieved the wooden horse left for us by the Greeks, everyone in Troy celebrated the end of the war. For ten years, the city had been oppressed by the fear of death, with families praying every night for the safety of their members and love failing to bloom as people strayed away from each other, either afraid to get married one day and become a widow the next, or too busy training and honing skills for survival.

Late into the night, everyone sang and drank as we celebrating the veil that had been lifted from Troy, freeing us from fear. That night, I was awoken by the sound of our front door being kicked down and soldiers streaming in. Before I could get to my feet, I was stabbed through the side by an enemy spear and left to bleed out. In a pool of my own blood and in too much pain to move, I could do nothing as the troops beheaded my father and stabbed my brother to death.

Then they made their way through the house, knocking over all the furniture and walking all over me. I could hear the screams as they found my mother and sisters and the soldier’s laughs as they dragged them into the den. My sisters… they were so young and so innocent… they screamed the loudest as the soldiers ripped off their clothes and violated them.

I struggled to move, but one of the soldiers was standing on me with his full weight and my blood loss was making me delirious, pouring from my side like fluid from a torn wineskin. Once the soldiers had their way with my family, they killed them and left, leaving me for dead. A torch was thrown through the window, landing next to a rack of scrolls. It seems like the whole house was burning in a matter of seconds, with me lying among my butchered family.

With the smallest spark of strength in my bleeding body, I got to my feet and staggered out of my home. I was supposed to be a legendary warrior and a war-hero, but I just ran like a pathetic coward. Everything after that point became a blur of pain as I ran out of the city, past hundreds of people being raped and killed by Greek soldiers. I remember the sun searing my back as I ran during the day and the cool air giving me some relief as I ran at night. I don’t remember the changing scenery, but I remember my sandals eventually breaking away and gripping my side to stop the bleeding. Finally, I remember being found by you.

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A story with a sci-fi touch! This one is in the Transgender category, though technically there are no transgender characters. It features a woman who is, by her standards, a perfectly ordinary genetic female. It’s just that where she comes from reproduction works differently than it does here, and perfectly ordinary genetic females are a little different. Suffice to say that if Transgender fiction is your thing then you will, I hope, enjoy this.

Also be warned, the story delves into issues of consent and the lack of it. It’s more “Oh, I didn’t expect that!” than anything and it all works out in the end, but if that’s a hot button for you, then this probably isn’t the story for you.

Everyone in this story is over 18.

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Nathan glanced over at his computer for the fifth time and sighed internally. He really ought to do some work, he thought to himself, but he just couldn’t be bothered. He told himself he had the time – when he rented the cabin he’d set himself the goal of writing ten thousand words a week, and he only had three thousand words left to do to meet the quota this week. He could do that in a day, easily, and he had three left.

He crossed to the window and looked out. It had been snowing for most of the day, dropping a good eight or ten inches, and showed no sign of letting up. The forest looked like something out of a Christmas card, trees laden with snow like frosting on a cake. It was beautiful, he thought. Maybe he could write a story about a snowy forest.

He’d lived here for six months, all part of his great writing adventure. Nathan didn’t really need to work; thanks to a great-great-great grandfather who’d made a ton of money in… was it steel? Or ship building? Something like that. Great-great-great Grandpa had left a sizeable fortune in a trust which paid out to his male descendants. It didn’t make Nathan a rich jet-setter or anything, but it was enough to let he and his cousins live a comfortable life doing pretty much whatever he wanted to do.

What he wanted to do was become a writer. He’d dreamed about it since he was a kid, devouring books in the local library, but never thought he was good enough at writing to actually do it. Then he’d read something a writer had said. “The only way to be a writer is to write. Don’t wait until you’re a great writer, don’t wait until you have the perfect story – if you do, you’ll never write anything. Write now! Accept that it will be full of flaws, accept that people might well hate it, and write it anyway. And when it turns out to be awful, put it out into the world and then try to write something better. Do it over and over again. If you’re not willing to do that then find something else to spend your time on, because you’ll never be a writer.”

Nathan had decided to devote himself to writing. He’d rented this little cabin, out in the middle of nowhere, for a year. No distractions, no neighbours within a ten mile radius, just him and a keyboard. He decided that he’d write twenty-four stories by the end of the year. That didn’t seem too many, one every two weeks. Then at the end of the year he’d compare the first and the last. If he’d noticeably improved, he’d spend another year writing twenty-four more.

To his considerable surprise, it actually seemed to be working. Twelve stories in, and it was actually starting to think things like ‘oh, that didn’t work, but in the next story what if I did it this way instead…’ He was even starting to think that some of the stories weren’t that bad. And he was learning more from his mistakes than he ever had from just reading ‘how to write’ articles.

In fact, he was starting to think…

He stopped suddenly, his chain of thought broken as the cabin shuddered slightly. What was that? He looked around, wondering if he’d imagined it. No, the light fitting in the centre of the ceiling was slowly swaying back and forth, just a little. As he stared at it in confusion, the shudder came again. Then again, stronger this time. He looked back to the windows and an orange light caught his eye. The whole cloud layer was lit up orange. Nathan had seen that before, when low, snow-heavy clouds lay over a city at night. The yellow-orange glow of the street lights could light them up like that. Only this seemed brighter… and it was getting brighter still. In fact, it was getting really bright, just above the cabin. He looked up, totally confused.

A single spot turned brighter still, and a second later a large ball of fire burst through the clouds. It was coming down rapidly, at a steep angle. Before Nathan could react, it vanished into the trees. A huge plume of dirt rose up, and a moment later the entire cabin shook so hard that he staggered back and fell on his ass. Before his bewildered eyes, every trace of snow silently dropped from the branches of every tree in sight.

“Fuck,” he managed finally. “Plane crash!” It had to be. Some plane had burst into flames and crashed bayburt escort into the forest! He could see an orange glow through the trees. It didn’t look far, maybe five or six hundred yards away.

He didn’t have cell service out here, didn’t even have a landline or internet connection. He’d wanted no distractions, after all. He had a satellite phone, though, which he had bought in case of some emergency. He rushed to a drawer and pulled it out, then spent almost ten minutes fiddling with the thing trying to find a signal. Nothing. He sighed in frustration.

Okay… could he drive into town? Not likely. The nearest tarmac road was a mile and a half away. To get to it he’d have to drive up a dirt path, fighting an incline all the way. In the dark. With several feet of snow on it. Jesus, he didn’t even have a 4×4. He’d thought about getting one, but just never gotten around to it. The Prius didn’t have a hope in hell of making it.

Well at least he had warm clothing. He could go out there and do whatever he could to help.

He slipped a pair of thermal over-pants over his jeans, added a big chunky sweater, a thick winter coat, and gloves. He’d bought one of those Russian army fur hats on a whim; he tied it onto his head, grabbed a flashlight, and headed out.

He’d never walked around a forest at night before, and frankly it was more than a little scary. He suddenly thought to worry about predators. Did bears live around here? Mountain lions? He had no idea, and nothing but his fists to defend himself with if there were.

He tried to put the worry out of his mind as he struggled through the tangle of undergrowth between the trees. Had that been a passenger jet, he wondered? No, it didn’t seem that big. But bigger than one of those little Cessna things that only held three or four people. Maybe it was a private jet?

He started to see fire here and there in the trees. It didn’t seem to be spreading, thankfully; the snow was wetting it down too much.

Another hundred yards and he started to see flattened trees. He could see something in the dark, a great humped shape. He pushed on.

The thing gradually became clearer as he got closer, picking his way carefully through patches of fire. Details were standing out in the firelight. It was… It must have been really smashed up in the crash, he thought. The wings had been torn off and long gone. Tail too. And the fuselage had been… what? It must have crumpled up or something. He’d expected a standard fuselage shape, cylindrical with pointed ends. But this was… what? Rounded. No, not rounded, he saw as he approached. Round. Circular. Saucer shaped.

He stood starting at it for a long time as his mind struggled to accept what he was seeing. The thing was maybe forty feet across. It was made of some silvery material, definitely metal of some sort. A ring of lights on the underside pulsed green, slower than a heartbeat.

One edge of it was crumpled against the hard ground, and various parts looked banged up, presumably the result of hitting trees on the way in. The damage didn’t look all that bad, though. The thing was dented and crumpled, but not torn open or smashed the way aeroplanes usually were in crashes.

“It’s not an aeroplane and you know it,” he muttered to himself. “Admit it. It’s a flying saucer.”

It was. Unmistakably, undeniably, impossibly, a flying saucer. Nathan stared at it, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do. Call for help, he thought, except that he couldn’t. Run like hell? Hide? Stay and offer greetings? How?

He caught movement in the edge of his vision. He turned, and the sight that met him was both innocuous and terrifying.

There was a figure lying motionless on the ground about fifty feet away. He stared, trying to make sense of it. It looked human… well, humanoid, he thought. Two arms, two legs, a head, all conventionally arranged. The head was turned away from him, so all he saw of it was a mass of long black hair.

He began to walk hesitantly towards it. As he neared it, he could see from the shape of the body that the figure was female. Or at least, if it were a human it would have been female. She wore some sort of garment, something like a black catsuit which covered her almost completely. Only her hands and head were free. Nathan could see the skin clearly… the dark red skin. Nothing on Earth had skin that colour, he thought to himself.

He hesitated over what to do, but in the end curiosity won out; he circled her cautiously and walked closer. Her face was a normal Human-looking face, too, no tentacles or anything. Although he had to admit, it was abnormal in one respect. The woman, whoever or whatever else she might be, was astonishingly beautiful. Inhumanly so.

He came closer. Now that he was looking, her body was similarly abnormal. Real women didn’t have a figure like that, he thought, bartın escort though a fair few of them probably wished they did.

There was a gash in the suit she wore, across her abdomen. Red flesh gaped open below, and some yellow-tinged fluid dripped out slowly. Nathan felt foolish for not having brought his first aid kit with him, though he wasn’t sure he’d have had any idea what to do with it.

Leaving her here wasn’t an option, he decided. She would surely freeze to death if she didn’t die of blood loss. He thought about that and made a mental note not to make assumptions. Maybe she liked cold, and who knew if that yellow stuff was blood or anything like blood? Maybe it was some kind of bad gunk that her body needed to expel.

But he had to do something, so he decided to take her back home.

That was easier said than done. Nathan was 5’6″ and a slim-figured 120 lbs. He was fit and healthy enough, but physical strength was something he did not have in abundance. And as he drew close, he realised that the woman was significantly larger than he. It was hard to tell whilst she was lying down but he’s say she was well over six feet tall, broad in shoulder and hip, and surprisingly muscled under that catsuit.

After some fumbling, he managed to get a hold of her under the shoulders and started dragging her back towards the cabin. A walk that had taken perhaps ten minutes one way took almost two hours the other. By the end of it he was utterly exhausted and drenched in sweat despite the low temperature. But make it he did, eventually. He dragged her all the way into his living room and even managed somehow to lever her onto his couch.

He took a few minutes there to rest before turning his attention to her wound. The ragged gash on her abdomen seemed scabbed over for the most part, though one little bead of the yellow liquid hung at a corner of the scab. Nathan decided some basic first aid couldn’t hurt – surely every species at least preferred wounds to be cleaned out and dressed, rather than just left.

But he couldn’t clean her properly unless he opened the suit up somehow. The black catsuit clung to her so perfectly that it he actually wondered if it was some kind of glossy body paint, liquid latex perhaps. Kinky, he thought, wondering if it was some kind of high tech spacesuit or just the latest thing in alien fashion. Whatever it was it had no zipper down the front or back, no buttons or buckles, no fastenings or pockets or adornments of any kind. He tugged at it here and there, hoping to find a seam or something. As he pulled on the neck the material split open at the throat. Further pulling expanded the split right down the middle, just as if an invisible knife was slicing it open.

She was completely naked underneath. The suit thing gaped open, revealing a body that wasn’t gorgeous – it was spectacular. Nathan tried not to gawk, but it was difficult. The woman had truly stupendous cleavage, the edge of the open suit revealing a hint of darker skin that might be a pair of large nipples. She really was something, he thought, with the kind of beauty you only saw in comic books.

He focused on cleaning the wound, scraping away some dirt with a damp cloth and then gently patting it dry before putting a cotton pad over it and sticking it in place with surgical tape. That would have to do, he thought. He daren’t try so much as antiseptic, let alone painkillers.

He tried to fumble her garment back together, but nothing he did could make it stick back the way it had been. In the end he left it gaping open, displaying a good deal of that incredible body. At least her groin was still covered, he reasoned.

Having done what little he could, Nathan sat back to ponder the million different questions he had no answers to. The first glow of morning was on the horizon before he finally drifted off to sleep, still sitting in the living room chair.

He woke suddenly, his head thudding into the back of the chair in a myoclonic jerk. For a moment he sat, disoriented, wondering why he wasn’t in his bed. Then he focused and saw that the woman, the alien, was standing in front of him. Memory came flooding back. She was staring at him, he saw. Her eyes were a pale violet, softly glowing.

“Uh… hello,” he said hesitantly. She cocked her head, regarding him with a faint smile. What would be a smile on a human, anyway, he thought. On her, who knew? He thought of the Kzinti smile and shivered. “Erm… Klaatu, barada nikto?” he tried in a weak attempt at humour.

“Good movie,” she said. “The original, I mean. The remake, not so much.”

“Oh, um, wow,” Nathan said, his eyes practically bugging out. She had a voice to match her body, ‘sex Goddess on steroids’. “You speak English? You… watch movies?”

“Well you have to kill time when you’re on a long trip,” she said. “But that’s enough small talk. I’ve got a case ığdır escort of raging hormones right now, and I need a little help. You’re volunteered.”

“I, ah, what?” He saw for the first time that the wound on her stomach was gone. Not scabbed over, not healed to a scar, simply gone. Her abdomen looked perfectly healthy, as if she had never been wounded at all. It made the sight of her body, still half-revealed by the catsuit gaping open, even more arousing.

“Yeah, like Wolverine,” she said with a smirk as she saw him looking. “Just not as quick. And hoo boy, you wouldn’t believe what the healing process does to a girl’s hormones.” She moved closer as she spoke, bending down to unfasten his trousers. The position gave Nathan an extremely good view of those breathtaking breasts. Bizarre situation or not, there was only one way his body was going to respond to that. He started to get hard immediately.

“Lift up,” she said. he did, and she slid his trousers and underwear down. “Hmm, look at that,” she said as his cock sprang up. She looked… hungry.

She shrugged out of the catsuit and the thing dropped to her feet, leaving her naked. Nathan’s breath caught in his throat as she straddled him, one hand wrapping around his cock. She was astonishingly warm to the touch, as if she had a high fever. His hands went to her body, sliding up her flanks and cupping those huge breasts. She purred with pleasure as he craned his head and kissed one of the big dark nipples softly.

“Hmm, good boy,” she murmured throatily. She rubbed the head of his cock along her slit. That particular aspect of her anatomy seemed hotter still, and so slick she must be practically dripping. He closed his teeth on her nipple, gently, so gently, and she moaned.

With a slow fluid movement she repositioned and sank onto him, taking his cock deep inside her. He moaned into her breast as she gripped him. She was tight, almost virgin-tight, and the heat of her body was amazing against the sensitive skin of his cock. She began to move, sliding up and down on him as she groaned with pleasure. “That’s it,” she murmured, “just like that, oh yessss…” her eyes opened and she stared down into his with a gaze that seemed to probe deep into him. “But you don’t cum,” she said throatily, “not until I say so!”

Just that quick, he was practically trembling with intimidation. How did she do that, he wondered? He had no idea what she’d do if he didn’t perform to her standards, but he knew that he didn’t want to find out.

She began to accelerate the pace, raising her body until only the very tip of his cock was inside her and then thrusting down hard onto him again. Waves of pleasure radiated out through both of them with each thrust, Nathan could feel himself on the edge of orgasm despite his best efforts. The woman seemed to sense it too, and slowed her pace just a little. “Control,” she hissed, “let the pleasure flow but be the master of your own body. Keep it in check!”

She slowed further, holding him on the edge. Nathan had never been particularly successful with women, and he had no illusions about his sexual prowess. But this woman played his body like a world class musician handled her instrument, keeping him right on the edge, never quite stimulating him to orgasm but never letting him drift far from that edge either.

Finally he could feel her body tensing, her moans beginning to grow louder and more frequent. Her pussy gripped his cock so hard it was on the edge of pain, but the pleasure was just as intense, the two feeding off one another in a building spiral.

She threw her head back and screamed, slamming down on him in rapid thrusts. No restraint at all now, and his body responded by plunging over that edge. He came, the most powerful orgasm he’d had in his life. His balls felt like they were literally throbbing, as if they were trying to force his whole body out of his cock. He was distantly aware that somebody was screaming, and realised that it was him.

She collapsed against him breathing hard and his arms went around her, holding her to him. They lay there like that for a little while as his breathing returned to normal.

Hers, however, did not. She pulled her hips away slowly, and his still-erect cock slid out of her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing still fast and deep. As he stared, the breaths began to become growls.

“Um, are you okay?” He asked, slightly concerned. He knew even less about interplanetary sex than he did about the regular kind… had he hurt her somehow? Perhaps his semen was like acid to her, burning her insides?

Her body felt different, he thought. Like… harder. As if her muscles were tensing, but all over. He took hold of her biceps, which seemed bigger than they had before. Was she having some kind of seizure? Before she had been athletic, now it seemed like her body was swelling, becoming more solidly muscular.

She growled, and her eyes opened. The pupils were tiny, barely a pinhole. It gave her already strange eyes a truly otherworldly look. He’d been amazed at how normal she had seemed despite her obviously non-human origins; now she looked like what she was, something truly alien.

He felt something strange against his hips and glanced down. His eyes widened. What was…

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Chapter 5 — Fail Healer.

Natalie watched Rain and Derrick go into the woods and out of view and she said a quick prayer for their safety and crossed herself. While not very religious now she was raised catholic, went to a catholic school from kindergarten to high school and even if she did not practice her religion anymore she figured what could it hurt. She looked past the woods to the walled city and noticed her vision was perfect, more than perfect. On the other side she had to wear reading glasses and really should wear glasses all the time but her vanity prevented her from doing so. As she looked at the city she could see it crystal clear and even further. Her elf eyes were much more sharper and she could see longer distances than human eyes. She hoped Rain would be safe and even Derrick.

Natalie sat down on the grassy hill for a moment and sighed, “If I ever get home I am going to change my life or at least part of it. I am going to try and love Christie and stop being such a slut. Maybe even tell her about the other people I have fucked behind her back. It’s was only three times, true it was three times with three different people but it can’t be too bad right? She will forgive me…I will make her forgive me, after all tomorrow is another day. But not now; now she deserves to suffer because she got me into this mess. Maybe…maybe I’ll tell her the other things as well…the bad things.” She started to cry again.

She cried because she was here in this odd, dangerous place, she cried because she wanted to go home, and she cried because she was a mixed up young lady with a deserved reputation of being a whore and she cried about the “bad things”. She jerked when a strong had touched her shoulder gently.

“It’s going to be ok. We will get home.” Jason told her as he sat down beside her.

Natalie smiled at him. God he is so handsome and strong looking here. She thought. Jason was handsome on the other side but here he was almost perfect in his physical appearance and so tall. Natalie liked tall men; well Natalie liked almost all men and girls as well.

Jason put his arm around Natalie and she moved closer to him and placed her head on his strong arm. “Do…do you really believe that?” She asked as she sniffled and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her robe.

“Yes I do. We have to.”

Natalie smiled and snuggled closer, “Where are the rest?”

“Michael and Christie went to go gather some wood for a fire and Lou is looking through your spell book.”

“Do you think they will be ok?”

“Don’t worry about Rain and Derrick. They will be ok. We have the abilities of our game characters here and Rain and Derrick are high level rogues and good…real good.”

Natalie smiled, “What about you, what abilities do you have. I have magic and so does Lou, Rain and Derrick are thieves or rogues so what about you?”

“Well my character…well me I should say…is a Paladin of Trye, the God of Justice and Order, and Paladins have some abilities like they can do some minor healing and a few other spells but they are also good fighters and have great combat skills and Bantnos is high level but in a straight up fight Michael would win. He is a strong warrior. Now of course in the game it’s all about dice rolls and added bonus to the rolls based on the character’s abilities and stuff so here who knows. But I hope we never have to get in a situation that would require any of us to fight.”

Natalie nodded, “Yes I would hate to see you get hurt.” She smiled and pressed herself even closer and positioned her body so her figure would be more enticing. Natalie knew how to seduce someone so they did not know they were being seduced. “Tell me more about paladins and well…anything like even Christie. What can she do on this side? And about Moon Elves.”

Jason smiled. He had to admit to himself the girl was getting him aroused. He could smell the flowery scent in her hair, the way she got closer to him, and the way the robes clung to her body as if she had poured water on herself and then put on the robes. Natalie was a very pretty girl on the other side and on this side she was extremely lovely and beautiful. To distract himself from his thoughts about Natalie, Jason decided to give her a little history lesson on her new race and that of the drow.

While moon elves and drow were distant cousins they are also like night and day, Jason started. Drow females use their bodies for seducing to manipulate and control as well as their own sexual desires. Drow females are masters of seduction and take what they want. They rule over the males by fear, sex, and manipulation…mostly by fear. About every other race in this world, men are the stronger sex but not the drow; females are taller and stronger than the males and it is the female priestesses of their ruthless and merciless Goddess Lloth, the spider queen, who hold the most power. Drow males cannot be priests or clerics, that honor goes to the females alone.

All drow can bilecik escort be cruel and merciless but the females even more so. Drow are taught from an early age to trust no one, forging alliances only when they were confident that they could outmatch their ally if he or she decided to turn on them. The inherent pride in their own abilities quite often led to such alliances being forged, though they almost always ended badly when one party decided said alliance was no longer convenient.

Drow live in the Underdark, deep below the surface of the world and they are masters of that dark and dangerous place. There are other races and creatures deep below the world, some good and some evil, but it is the drow who are the most feared. Drow cities are not damp caves or holes in the bowls of the world but are magnificent and beautiful carved from the caverns deep below. Some cities are small, others just outposts, and some as large as the largest cities above ground. The drow hate every other race besides themselves and feel they are superior to other races below and above the world, but of all the races they hate; they hate moon elves most of all. They blame the moon elves for all their woes and why they were driven underground thousands of years ago.

Drow society is matriarchal, militaristic, and heavily influenced by religion. Their city-states are formed in huge underground caverns but frequently at war with one another. These cities are ruled by the most powerful of the families (or houses) and the power of the many families changes often when one of the lesser houses decides to climb the pecking order and attack a greater house. It was a risky thing for the lesser house but if they have Lloth’s favor they could win. If beaten all other houses will gather and destroy the lesser house until there was nothing left, no survivors, not even the children. They often send raiding parties above ground on the darkest of nights to raid human and elven settlements. Their raids are not for food or gold or precious items but to murder and butcher and take prisoners to sacrifice to their malicious goddess.

Moon elves are different. They were a very shy and secretive and peaceful race, much more so than the other races of elves. High elves even enjoyed mingling and often living with humans; which was why most half elven are born from a union of high elves and humans. Moon elves seclude themselves and live in small communities for the most part hidden deep in thick forests although there is a large moon elf city called Silverymoon or rumors of it. No one actually knows if it exists since no one ever found it, just rumors. It was extremely rare to see a moon elf abroad and rarer still to see one in human cities. Most humans and other races would live their entire lives without ever seeing a moon elf.

Most of what others know of the secretive race is through rumors with other elven races that traded or came in contact with them. It is said they are a cheerful people and can be lighthearted at times but when the need to defend themselves arise they do so with ferocity. Moon elves have a fondness and bond with nature and are rarely disturbed by wild animals and can even form some type of bond and trust with most wild animals. They worship Selûne, the goddess of light, moon, and the stars. Like their drow cousins moon elves love beautiful things such as precious gems but they value nature above any material possessions.

“Wow, Michael was right, you are bigger nerd than the rest of us.” Natalie giggled. “The drow sound just dreadful and moon elves delightful.”

Jason blushed, “Well, yeah I do like it. But hey, your girlfriend is much a much bigger nerd than me and knows a lot more than I do about this stuff. She could teach you a lot.”

“Well she’s not my girlfriend anymore.” Natalie said as her fingers traced up and down Jason’s muscular arm.

Jason cleared his throat, “It’s not her fault. If anyone is to blame its Habersham. You should talk to her.”

Natalie frowned, “No, I am not going to talk to her.” She then smiled up at Jason, “So tell me more. Why do the drow hate moon elves so much?” She said as she snugged close to him once more.

“It’s a long story and I don’t want to nerd out on you again, but it goes back thousands and thousands of years. The drow lived above ground and in peace with the other elves. The drow worshipped Araushnee while other elven races worshipped Selûne and Corellon Larethian who is the top dog of the elven pantheon and also Araushnee’s lover. They had a daughter Eilistraee. Well Araushnee and some of the lesser gods of the pantheon rebelled since they wanted more power and it started the Crown Wars between the drow and moon elves.

The war lasted hundreds of years but eventually the moon elves won and the drow were banished along with their goddess Araushnee who Corellon cast in the Demon Web pit with the other gods and goddesses who joined her in the manisa escort war. Eilistraee pleaded for her father to have mercy on her mother but he did not and while Eilistraee sided with her father she swore she would protect any drow who rejected her mother and showed true remorse for their crimes. Well Araushnee being clever soon took control of the Demon Web Pit and was reborn to Lloth and became the Spider Queen. She took her faithful followers and led them deep underground forsaken the surface forever. Few remained and followed Eilistraee but they were not welcome and driven into hiding. Lloth blamed the moon elves and Selûne for their misfortune and therefore the drow did as well so they developed a deep hate for the moon elves.”

“So theses gods and goddesses, do you think they are real?”

Jason shrugged, “I don’t know, but if you would have told me yesterday that I would be am almost seven foot paladin sitting next to a moon elf who can do real magic I would have said you were nuts and been the first call nine one, one and have you shipped to the looney bin.”

Natalie giggled ever so sweet and feminine and pressed even closer to Jason, “So tell me more about you…about paladins. I want to know about you.” She said seductively as her hands touched his muscular bare shoulder.

“Well, a paladin is a force of good and honor and justice and believe in law and order. To them there is no gray area; it’s either good or evil, which can be a pain in the ass at time I admit. You are an English Lit. major so I am sure you read Mallory’s Le Morte d’Arthur so think of Lancelot and Galahad. They would have been paladins; well Lancelot would have been a fallen paladin after his affair with Guinevere.”

“So paladins are to allowed to have sex?” Natalie visibly pouted.

Jason laughed, “They are not monks, but Lancelot’s crime was having sex with a married woman who was the king’s and his best friend’s wife.”

“Oh…so what happens if they fall?”

“They lose their favor of whatever god they serve and become just fighters and they lose their special abilities.”

Natalie smiled, “Well it’s good they can have sex.” She teased and her small flirtatious touching became more obvious.

“So what about Christie. She is a drow and they are evil so is she evil?”

“No, there are few drow who reject their home and way of life and make it to the surface. It’s hard for them because of the reputation they have, but she is good aligned and is a priestess of Eilistraee. Her followers are few since she limits them to the drow who reject her mother and the other drow gods of the Demon Web Pit and the drow way of life, but there are some temples to her in larger cities. People don’t trust them much since they are drow but they are good.”

Natalie pressed herself to Jason and made sure her this side larger breasts touched him. The lesson was interesting but she wished he would take the hint and kiss her.

Jason pulled away, “I know what you are doing, Natalie.” He said kindly.

“Well about damn time. Gesh I thought I lost my touch for a moment.” She smiled seductively, “So shall we sneak away?”

Jason shook his head, “No. I am tempted trust me but no. It’s too much drama we don’t need. Michael and Christie will be back soon anyway and we need to build a fire and see what all we have in the smaller chests and see if there is food and water.”

Jason was not stupid, and yes he knew what the girl was doing and he really was tempted, who wouldn’t be, but it would cause all kinds of problems they did not need right now. When they got home if she was still interested he would ask her out then. Yes he knew about her reputation and knew it was true since one of his friends on the football team was having sex with Natalie behind Christie’s back but still he thought she was sweet and he was a good looking, popular young man and if she wanted to have sex with him when back home who was he to turn it down. After all he was a young man and easy sex was not something he passed up. But not now, not here.

He stood and held out his hand to help her up as she pouted. Natalie took the man’s large hand in her small one and followed him back to the camp. She really did not want to have sex with Jason, true the thought and image in her head of seeing his very muscular and tall body on top of her small, petite one as they had sex her turned her on and she knew she would enjoy it…enjoy it immensely, but she just wanted to feel…feel something. Plus she knew she wanted to get back at Christie and her ignoring her girlfriend was not working so she was going to use what she knew. Sex and manipulation.

“Maybe I should have been a drow.” She said to herself and giggled.

Christie, Lou, and Michael were sorting through the two smaller chests and found blankets, food stuff, water skins but they were empty, several smooth, stone bottles that Lou said contained healing potions, cooking mersin escort supplies and some pots and pans, some eating utensils, cooking knives…camping stuff, several crude looking tooth brushes and even some soap but not the kind from the other side but what looked like handmade soap. Natalie smelled it and it smelled pleasant and fresh. They also found some small bags of more gold. There was also one crossbow and some bolts for it. Michael and Jason had removed their armor to get more comfortable and put their large weapons aside.

“Well we have food and supplies and there is a clean spring down the hill for fresh water and it spills into a small pond so if anyone wants to bathe before it gets dark now’s the chance.” Jason said. “If you do don’t go alone, we still are not sure what is out here. Bandits or wild animals.”

“I doubt bandits,” Christie piped in, “Too close to the city, but yeah wild animals maybe. Natalie, if you want to go bathe I will go with you.”

Natalie looked at Christie, “No I am good for now.”

Christie rolled her eyes but let it go. Give her time Michael had told her. She is in shock, hell we all are, he added.

“No panties and or bras in there by chance?” Natalie asked hopefully.

Lou chuckled, “Sorry no, Natalie.”

“I imagine feminine products are hoping for too much also”

“Ewww.” Lou replied. “No, none of those.”

“Men are so stupid sometimes. Of course he would not think of that.” Natalie said. “Please hand me a tooth brush, Lou.”

The wizard nodded and tossed her one. Natalie put in in her mouth and slowly rubbed the brushes on her teeth as she listened.

“He could have sent some guns with us.” Michael said as he counted the coins.

“I have actually thought about that and have a theory.” Lou added. “I think what does not exist here but exists in our world cannot be sent over or if it is it is transformed into something as close as it can be here. Like if he sent a pistol it would be transformed into a knife or sword or some other type of weapon. Maybe a bow or crossbow or something.”

“That makes since. Michael how much gold do we have?” Jason asked.

Michael looked at Christie and once again the drow rolled her eyes. “Michael does not want to be called Michael anymore…least while we are on this side. He wants us to call him his character name Ahira.”

“But why? Michael is a good name.” Natalie asked.

The dwarf looked at her, “Because Michael was an invalid, a cripple who lost the muscle movement in his legs when he was six and never walked again. He was weak and could not take care of his self. He had to rely on people for so much even to wipe his ass and empty his piss bag.” The dwarf’s voice started to rise in anger and he took a deep breath and calmed down. “Sorry, but makes me so angry when I think about it. He was grateful to people, like you Jason, but he also saw the pity in their eyes and it made him sad and angry at the same time.”

The dwarf flexed his huge bicep, “But here, Ahira is strong and powerful and does not need to rely on people and he can walk or run or hell dance a jig if he wanted. I don’t want to be reminded of Michael. When we get home Michael will come back and then I will be him again, but here I am Ahira.”

Everyone nodded, “Ok, Ahira. We understand.” Jason said.

“We have enough gold to buy some supplies even Lou’s materials for a new spell book, to book passage on a ship, and enough for supplies when we get to Athkatla …of course depending if Habersham was right in how much stuff costs here. Or we could be broke. We won’t know until we get into Lund and see what the vendors charge. And of course it’s not like going to Kroger; we are going to have to haggle to get the best prices.”

“Umph can oo at,” Natalie spoke up with the tooth brush in her mouth. “Sorry, I can do that. I am a great bargain shopper and can haggle. Just need someone to go with me to let me know what we need. What is so important about Athkatla? I heard y’all mention that city a lot.”

“It’s the capitol of Anm and it’s the center of civilization in this world.” Lou answered her, “Think of ancient Rome, Athens at its height, Paris, London, New York, and D.C all rolled into one. Per Habersham when we played the game they had everything there. Temples to almost all the gods for humans, dwarves, and elves. The city run by a wizard coalition called the Cowled Wizards and they have a magical college and a library that would have made the Library of Alexandria look like a Barnes and Nobles. If we are to find the portal and any information about it, it’s in Athkatla or nowhere.”

“Ok let’s eat, I don’t know about the rest of you but I am hungry. Let’s see how these dried meats and fruits and vegetables taste.” Jason said. “Who wants to go get some water from the stream?”

“I’ll go.” Christie said and picked up the water skins and looked at Natalie with hope in her eyes the elf girl would join her.

“I’ll stay and see about cooking some of this stuff. I am a good cook and maybe with these seasonings we can make it taste decent.” Natalie said and started going through the spices and smelling and tasting them.

“I guess that leaves me, Jason, and Lou with doing the dishes afterwards.” Ahira chuckled. “I’ll start a fire. There was some flint in the chest.”

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I proceeded unlacing my gown, and with relief it came off. The warm spring air was balmy against my already erect nipples, and my big tits felt heavy with desire.

‘Take off your gowns,’ I ordered Richilde, Fastrada and Judith. Of course they complied and I marvelled in their beautiful bodies being free of their constraints. Richilde was slim and blonde, with pink nipples and blonde hairs down below as well. Her buttocks were pert and always looked delightful when they shone red after spanking. Fastrada was another blonde, but more buxom, and with beautiful green eyes. Judith was the only brunette, with olive skin and dark eyes. Her nipples were a darker shade, and currently erect like mine. Each one of them had swollen cunt lips, glistening with moisture. They were so ready to get their own bliss, which wasn’t a surprise considering how long I had denied them.

‘Come here,’ I said to Fastrada, and put her on my lap. I made her sit, straddling one of my thighs and her pussy felt incredibly on my skin. She was so wet already. My own pussy contracted in response and I sharply drew my breath. I took one of her delightfully pink nipples in my mouth, and swirled my tongue over the nub. I explored the different skin textures between her tit, areola and nipple, nibbling at it with my teeth.

‘Aaaaaah,’ she moaned and started grinding her pussy against my thigh. I grabbed her arse cheeks and then slid a finger inside her arsehole while sucking hard on her nipple. She almost lost herself into ecstasy but she knew she wasn’t allowed until I said so.

‘Get off,’ I said to her, then I turned to Richilde. ‘Get down on your knees like a bitch in head,’ I panted. I loved spanking her tiny arse cheeks, it always excited me, and the prospect of doing it now made my pussy yearn for its due. However, I would hold back, to make the reward all the sweeter.

‘Arch your back,’ I told Richilde, and she did, exposing her wet cut and arsehole to me.

‘Please don’t,’ she begged me. She didn’t like getting spanked, but I never paid attention to her in this. I loved spanking her, and she would always get wetter from it. In fact her begging me not to only served to spur me on, and now I reached out and squeezed her buttocks. They were so firm and cute, and so I pulled my hand back and then brought it down upon her and gave her a resounding smack. It left a hand shaped mark on her fair skin. She gasped, and I leaned in with my face between her arse cheeks and then slowly let my tongue travel all along her crack from her wet pussy to her arsehole. And it was soaking wet now.

‘Mmm but you enjoy this, Richilde,’ I told her.

‘No, please no,’ she said tearfully and shook her head.

My cunt got so wet it was pulsating with heat between my legs, and I drew my hand back once more and let it fall onto her other arse cheek. She gasped muğla escort again, but didn’t move. I smacked her again, and again, while she was sobbing from the pain and her pussy was so wet the wetness began dripping down onto the floor. Her arse was red now and my own cunt was completely desperate to be touched.

‘Get up,’ I said, then laid down on my bed. ‘Give me my release,’ I commanded and they were instantly on me, Judith between my legs. Richilde and Fastrada each took one of my nipples in their mouths, and Judith opened hers to cover my cunt. Their warm tongues caused ripples of pleasure shoot through my body. Richilde and Fastrada sucked hard on my nipples, just like I wanted, and Judith’s tongue caressed my wetness in long, slow strokes. My hands were entwined with her brown, shining hair, as her tongue made me gasp and moan. She slowly licked up and down my crevice and I could feel the pressure building inside me like starlight. Then she drew back for a few seconds and I tried to pull her back onto me. This was a game we often played, to make the final pleasure even more intense.

Her eyes were almost black as I looked down at her face, and with a smile she once more sunk her lips and tongue between my swollen folds. She swirled briefly around my most sensitive nub, which was what I was really craving now, and then went back to her slow, slow strokes. Richilde and Fastrada kept licking, lapping and sucking on my nipples like little beasts.

‘Oh goddess,’ I moaned, ‘I need this release. Give it to me, Judith!’

But she kept her slow strokes, which would never make me reach ecstasy but only serve to increase my arousal. I was moaning loudly, and grabbing Judith’s hair while thrusting my hips up and down, trying to make her tongue touch my sensitive nub.

When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she at last gave in to my desire and began kissing and licking my most sensitive spot. The ecstasy started spreading through my body like wildfire, spreading its pressure from that spot, out towards my limbs and then when I thought I would lose my mind it finally burst into a glittering flood of light and wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I think I screamed out my pleasure, but for several heartbeats it was as if I was outside of my own body. Slowly I returned, all my limbs still tingling and my cunt pulsating with the aftermath of what I had just experienced.

‘Mmmmm,’ I moaned, satiated. ‘I needed that…’

Looking around I noticed they all looked at me with desperation.

‘Please, Your Royal Highness,’ said Fastrada, ‘may we also have our release? It has been so long… and Ermengard and Alda… they did enjoy theirs earlier… please, we cannot carry on like this…’

‘Mmmm,’ I purred, ‘you think you deserve that, do you?’

‘No, ordu escort of course not,’ blushed Richilde, ‘but we were hoping you might take pity on us…’

All their nipples were hard, their colour was high, and there was glistening wetness between all their thighs.

‘What do you think, Judith?’ I reached for her and took one of her nipples between my fingers. I slowly squeezed it, playing with it.

‘My lady, I would like nothing better,’ she replied breathlessly.

‘Very well,’ I sighed. ‘You are lucky I am such a kind mistress. But you know the rules. I want all of you on your knees on the floor. Arch your backs… beg for it.’

They scrambled to get down and on the floor, Richilde still with her red arse cheeks.

‘Please, please, Your Royal Highness,’ they pleaded, exposing their cunts to me, arms outstretched in front of them. I marvelled at their swollen pussy lips, their slits glinting with moisture.

‘Good girls,’ I whispered. ‘Now, who should I let have her pleasure first?’ I sat down on my knees behind them, lined up before me.

All three arched even more, showing off their beautiful pussies as much as they could, each hoping I would pick them first.

‘Me, please, Mistress,’ begged Fastrada, standing on the middle. I slid my fingers over her wet folds and she moaned. It felt so good to touch her wetness, feeling her heat.

‘No, please, pick me,’ moaned Richilde to my right. Her red arse cheeks were enticing me, but I think I would save her for last.

Judit’s olive skin to my left looked delicious in the afternoon sun filtering in through the open windows, and I decided to start with her.

My fingers reached in between her folds, and her moan came from deep inside her. I rubbed her most sensitive spot, and her hips were moving against my fingers in response. Her slick juices were covering my fingers already, and I slid them inside her. She was so warm and wet, and she went wild and started thrusting her cunt back and forth on my fingers as if they were a cock. I loved seeing how desperate she was, and how her arse jiggled as she thrust. Her wantonness was something new, perhaps she was inspired by Jarl Johan’s treatment of Ermengard, and I took intense delight in it.

‘Oh Mistress, oh Mistress,’ she moaned, fucking my fingers with her wet cunt, and then her cunt tightened around my fingers and she began shaking with her ecstasy before collapsing forwards onto the floor.

‘Good bitch,’ I told her and then moved on to Fastrada.

I knew what she liked and with my finger already so wet from Judith’s nectar, I easily slid two fingers right into her tight little arsehole. It felt amazing how it enveloped both my fingers and she moaned. With my other hand I began rubbing her little nub, and sliding the two fingers osmaniye escort in and out of her arse again and again.

‘Oh please, Mistress, please don’t stop,’ she gasped and sobbed as I rubbed her nub hard while imitating a cock in her arse with my other hand.

When she found her release she shouted out her pleasure before also collapsing, more or less on top of Judith. They were both panting, and began slowly kissing each other on the floor.

This only left Richilde, and I would have my second treat this afternoon. Her buttocks was still faintly red and she was breathing fast, knowing what was coming. It would make her quiver with desire and sob with pain. She knew if she wanted her release she would have to let me do what I wanted, and she hated it.

I squeezed her arse cheeks again, then slid my fingers between her folds and rubbed her. Of course she moaned, writhing against my hand and trying to reach ecstasy instantly to spare herself the spanking.

‘Naughty Richilde,’ I whispered.

Then I drew my hand back again and once more spanked her. Her arse cheeks jiggled slightly under my hands, getting hotter with each smack. She sobbed, begging me to stop, but it felt too good to see the redness spread over her lily-white skin. When they were shining and red, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arsehole. She sobbed with the humiliation of this, but of course I didn’t pay that any mind. I kept licking her arse, then drew back and once more struck her cheeks several times. The girl was sobbing and moaning loudly now, I knew she was close to her release.

‘Beg me for it,’ I said while smacking her cheeks again and again. ‘Beg me to have that release you crave.’

‘Mistress, please, stop spanking me, please give me my release, please. I can’t take any more of this,’ she turned her tear-filled gaze on me over her shoulder.

‘You know what you need to say,’ I told her. She shook her head desperately. ‘Say it,’ I commanded with a smile.

Fastrada and Judith had proceeded caressing each other’s cunts at the sight of Richilde’s plight: I wasn’t the only one enjoying it. Now they leant in and each grabbed one of her nipples too, and squeezed hard.

‘You’re only delaying the inevitable,’ I laughed. Then she said the line I always made her say, the only way I ever allowed her to reach her bliss:

‘Please, Your Royal Highness, spank me harder while rubbing my cunt so I can reach ecstasy!’

‘Of course I will,’ I said, and put one of my hands between her legs. She was so, so wet. I started rubbing her whole cunt hard, while smacking her arse cheeks again and again. Fastrada and Judith pulled and squeezed her nipples. Within seconds she was moaning loudly with every breath she took, her legs began trembling.

‘Do it!’ I commanded. ‘DO IT!’

And with that she exploded in a wave of pleasure, her wetness squirting out of her onto the floor, before she collapsed in a heap, unable to speak for several minutes.

I looked at the three of them, all of us satiated for now. The sun stood a bit lower than I liked, showing we didn’t have long before the celebratory dinner. It really was time to get ready.

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Far, far away in the less traveled parts of the woods, lived a naughty little pixie called Bluebelle. Bluebelle would fill her days gathering flowers, dancing with her many friends and of course, with mischief. She was a seductive little thing, with bright red hair, smooth creamy skin and eyes a shade of green that rivaled the costliest emeralds in the King’s coffers. Being quite the social butterfly, when she heard of the summer ball scheduled for that weekend, she set about preparing herself for it with great zeal.

The first thing she decided that she needed for the ball was a new gown. Not one for the passé, she desired something not only flattering, but trendy. After careful deliberation, she decided on a delicate silver dress she had seen in town that would flatter her pretty wings and glint nicely against her rambling curls. She made her way to town and upon entering the shop, with lowered lashes and her head cocked to one side, she approached the shopkeeper.

“Kind Sir,” she purred, “Pray tell, how much is that gown in the window?”

The shopkeeper, a handsome elf looked up from his newspaper to see a provocatively attired Bluebelle. Her breasts sat atop his counter, spilling out of her tight corset. He peered over his reading glasses at her. Noticing that she was bursting at the seams, his eyes lingered over her bosom for a spell before he answered.

“One shilling,” A faint smile played across his lips.

“I’ll take it!” Bluebelle bubbled.

Bluebelle reached for her purse and then carelessly let it slip from her grasp. She swiftly bent to pick it up, allowing a breast to tumble clumsily from its restraint. Pretending not to notice, she fished for the shilling in her purse as her tit enjoyed its new freedom. The shopkeeper flushed red, carrying on her charade. A leisurely search finally uncovered the shilling and Bluebelle handed it to the shopkeeper. He extended his arm to receive it. As he did, she grabbed his hand and planted it firmly upon her breast.

The shilling clattered to the ground forgotten.

The shopkeeper could not believe his good fortune. He groped her eagerly, kneading her chest until he popped out the other tit. With an exceedingly hard cock between his legs, he closed the shutters of his shop and lifted her onto his counter.

He laid Bluebelle on her back, climbed atop her and nestled his insistent cock between her soft, inviting breasts. Grabbing one in each hand, he shoved them together and rubbed himself in between. Bluebelle licked the head of his cock every time it emerged from her cleavage.

The elf was delirious with bliss.

After a while, he climbed off to throw her legs apart. Raising her skirts, he saw that she was bare underneath. Her pink, plump pussy glistened with fragrant moisture and inflamed, the elf proceeded to prod her with thin long fingers.

He quickly bent to lick it.

Bluebelle’s pussy was as delectable, as it was aromatic. Taken aback by her marvelous flavour, the elf spread her vulva wide and tongued her hungrily until she dripped with sap. He made a meal of it, lapping enthusiastically, until her wetness smeared his cheeks and chin. When Bluebelle moaned and thrashed about under him, he took his cue and extracted his long, thin cock from his britches.

It took the better part of a minute, but eventually the elf was able to fully penetrate her exceedingly tight, sticky pussy. As the shopkeeper eased his cock in and out of her, it got tighter still. He groaned and grunted wildly at first, the pleasure being immense, but then struggled to maintain his well-paced strokes. Soon he was unable to move at all.

When he was reduced to a wiggle, Bluebelle wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tighter still until she came with a heated moan, squirming around on the elf’s cock. Nectar coursed down her thighs and puddled in her shoes. When she caught her breath, she released her legs and pushed the elf to the ground. She sped from the store with her gown and a pair of shoes that she had had her eye on for weeks. By the time the elf had managed to struggle to his feet, all that remained was a trail of sticky footsteps that led to the loudly banging door.

The shopkeeper was very, very angry indeed, having been left so prematurely with a raging cock and no release in sight. In frustration, he kicked the shilling away as he stared down the road, watching Bluebelle disappear hurriedly around the corner.

Bluebelle, delighted with herself and her newly acquired items, hurried back to her home in the woods, laughing all the way. Inside her cottage, she stripped bursa escort off her plain blue dress and tossed it aside. She tried on her new shoes and slipped the gown over her head.

“Simply splendid!” she said, delighted with her outfit.

Bluebelle twirled before her mirror admiring herself. She fluffed her hair and pouted at her reflection, turning to look at herself over her shoulder.

Bluebelle liked what she saw and she fluttered her wings and wiggled her rump. She lifted her gown over her hips and grasping her ankles, she bent down to admire her reflection through her open legs. Never one to wear undergarments, she studied her shaven pussy. The juicy pink lips gaped open, still moist from her encounter. Bluebelle spread her ass cheeks with both hands. First, she winked her asshole at herself, pushing it open and then closing it tight. Then she did the same with her pussy, fluttering the fleshy labia like her pretty gossamer wings.

Bluebelle was indeed a very capable pixie and she was extremely proud of her talents. Not wanting to crumple her gown, she straightened and carefully slipped it over her head and hung it in her closet.

The evening of the ball finally arrived and Bluebelle had spent the entire day pampering herself in preparation. Completely manicured, pedicured and cleanly shaven, she put on her most delicate pair of stockings and garters. She riffled through her chest of drawers until she found her tightest red corset. With great effort, she fastened it, then put on her gown and shoes and brushed her hair. When all was in place, she made her way to the waiting carriage.

In her typical flirtaceous way, she had made asked a palace footman called Charlie to transport her to the ball. Charlie was a vibrant young pixie, who had long admired Bluebelle from afar. Desperately wanting to impress her and perchance to sample her ample wares, he had quickly offered to borrow one of the palace carriages for the evening. Amidst a flowery declaration of love, he had informed her that a pixie of her standing should be transported to the ball in style befitting a princess. When Charlie arrived at the agreed hour, Bluebelle hopped inside the carriage and they sped away to the ball.

They arrived by late evening. As Bluebelle alighted the carriage exposing a little more leg than she perhaps needed to, Charlie looked at her expectantly. They had spent the journey engaged in double entendres punctuated by smoldering stares. Not wanting to disturb her hair, nor dress, Bluebelle thought quickly to put their tryst off for another time. But Charlie was insistent. Seeing that he had risked his position to secure the carriage, and noticing the hard cock imprinted in his britches, she relented, feeling some dampness of her own.

Clutching his hand, Bluebelle led Charlie to the dimly lit side of the carriage and fell to her knees. She undid his lacings and allowed his undergarments to fall to his feet. Cramming his ample cock into her mouth, Bluebelle sucked him slowly at first and then with great vigour, rolling his balls between her fingers.

Charlie grunted his pleasure and lunged so deeply into her mouth that her head bobbed furiously up and down with his exertions. A stifled cry escaped him when her lips closed around the root of his cock.

Not wanting to be late and growing increasingly aroused, Bluebelle did not pleasure Charlie’s cock for long. She rose to her feet and raised one leg so that it rested high upon the carriage.

Leaning over as best she could, she sprawled across it and pulled up her gown to expose her rosy, pink bottom. She spread her lips wide, and bearing down, squeezed a few drops of syrupy nectar from her glistening hole.

With a wink, she beckoned Charlie in.

Obliging, with mouth agape, he quickly kneeled between her thighs.

Charlie spread her lips wider still and allowed her delicious sap to drip onto his tongue. He swallowed hungrily and licked at her clit a few times before inserting two fingers to pry her open fully. Unobstructed, her juices flowed freely.

Charlie uncoiled his long pixie tongue inside her as far as he could. He swished his tongue around her walls and beat it hard against her sweet spot, fishing out as much of her nectar as he could. Bluebelle opened her legs wide and rotated her hips across his tongue. When the pleasure grew increasingly intense, Bluebelle squatted onto Charlie’s face. Her pussy pulsed upon his tongue, drawing it into her and feeling this, he stroked his tumescent cock hard and fast çanakkale escort in preparation to storm her sticky wetness.

Bluebelle was moaning wildly by the time Charlie decided it was time to mount her. He attempted to pull himself away, but her pussy would not release his tongue. With his face pressed tightly into her crotch, poor Charlie struggled and gasped for air. As her pleasure increased, she grew tighter and tighter still. His thrashing only whipped his tongue deliciously about Bluebelle’s pussy sending her higher and higher until she finally exploded in piercing wails.

With Charlie’s tongue still in a vice like grip, Bluebelle’s pussy pulsed squirt after squirt of thick, warm nectar into Charlie’s open mouth. He spluttered as he struggled, swallowing the deluge as best he could, so as to avoid meeting an untimely end. The rest overflowed, oozing over his face and neck and soaking his tunic. He looked a quite a sight. Great gobs of yellow syrup hung in his hair and off his ears like bizarre chandelier earrings.

Immediately satisfied and now late for the ball, Charlie was forgotten and Bluebelle shoved him roughly away. A stunned, speechless Charlie tumbled to the ground. Drenched, he laid awash in Bluebelle’s puddle, as she casually stepped over him and made her way inside to the ball. Charlie was enraged. Before he could rise to pursue her, however, she had disappeared into the great hall.

Bluebelle reveled in the evening, although she spent a great part of it evading the many lovers she had left wanting. When she encountered the baker, she crouched and darted through the dancers, disappearing into the crowd. The baker had been a memorable conquest. After she had saucily seduced him and ridden him to her satisfaction, Bluebelle had abruptly left him in a billowing cloud of flour, beating a hasty retreat and sending pans of batter flying as she went. The cobbler had suffered a similar fate. After fixing her shoes and thrusting his cock wildly between her arches, he was left three strokes short of orgasm. Indeed, her castoffs bitterly learnt why her name was so fitting. She was a minx of a belle with a penchant for leaving her lovers painfully blue.

Bluebelle’s disgruntled lovers having traded their tales of woe together had devised a scheme to bring about her demise. When they happened upon each other at the soiree, they threw their plan into action. Bluebelle, blissfully unaware of their conspiracy, flitted about coquettishly, seeking yet another to lure between her thighs. As the evening wore to a close, she unwittingly fell into the arms of a dashing conspirator, who had as yet, only aspired to experience her charms.

Upon seeing her, he quickly enticed her away to the stables. There, he maneuvered her breasts from her gown and sampled her nipples until they became hard and flushed red. When Bluebelle sighed and fed her breasts into his mouth, the conspirator inched his fingers beneath her skirts and worked them into her pussy. There he played until his thick fingers squelched in and out of her, smearing her wetness to her asshole and cheeks.

Soon enough, Bluebelle begged to be taken. The conspirator tugged her gown and corset from her body, leaving her naked but for her stockings and shoes.

Bluebelle heaved expectantly.

Her anticipation soon turned to horror when he suddenly threw her across his knee.

He retrieved a cherry pit from his pocket and wedged it between her labia.

Restraining her with one firm arm, the other rose high above his head, and then fell hard upon her ass leaving an angry red imprint. With a contemptuous tone, he informed her that she was an overindulgent little cocktease and that the pit he had lodged within her would remain so fixed until she had satisfied every last one she had left wanting.

Bluebelle was stunned.

Before she had a chance to protest, he clamped a collar about her neck, wound the leash tightly around his hand and spanked her hard and fast, knocking the breath from her body.

Bluebelle grew quickly enraged and fought wildly to escape. So great was her struggle, that she and the conspirator were soon engulfed in a swelling cloud of Pixie dust. The conspirator was relentless, however smacking her hard until her buttocks quivered into crimson with each slap of his hand. She twisted trying to wrench herself free and pulsed her pussy in an effort to dislodge the obstruction.

The conspirator only paddled her faster, deliberately lowering his strokes so that they brushed her pussy with rize escort each pass of his hand.

Bluebelle flapped her labia erratically at first to eject the pit, but soon, the fluttering arose from the delicious slaps that rippled through her loins. When her rage surged into a reluctant desire, she ground her slick vulva into each sweeping pass of the conspirator’s hand.

He kept her leash short and tight so that she was forced to look into his dark, punishing eyes.

Unwilling to fully yield, Bluebelle whimpered her pleasure until his fingers suddenly plunged knuckle deep into her ass. A deep moan escaped her lips and she eased herself onto his probing fingers, moving her hips in time with their thrusts until she cried aloud for his cock.

Seeming to comply with her request, the conspirator paused and withdrew his fingers.

Bluebelle panted, looking up at him expectantly.

He leaned towards her, smiling, as if about to draw her into a tender kiss. She opened her mouth expectantly and closed her eyes. Her eyes flew open as cold, wet fingers forced their way into her mouth, smearing her lips and cheeks with her own juices. The conspirator laughed cruel taunts into her ear. He took to probing her ass again, repeatedly building her desire and then stopping short of release, until tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.

When the conspirator’s cock pained with hardness, he brought Bluebelle to her feet, with a yank of her chain. Before she could fully straighten, he pushed her to her knees, worked his cock around her stickiness and made his way into her ass. Bluebelle grunted from the sweet pleasure of impending release. The conspirator eased himself deeper until completely embedded and then ravaged her vengefully, amidst her relenting squeals of delight.

He did not last long.

Moments later, he withdrew and whipped her buttocks with cascades of hot cum. The rivulets pooled around the cherry pit before trickling off the end of her pendulous clit onto her inner thighs and knees.

Feeling the conspirator’s fluid heat and knowing full well that she had been left behind for the first time in all her sexual escapades, Bluebelle nonetheless strained furiously to cum but could not. She screamed her protests into the hardened ears of the conspirator who only paused to tuck himself away as he offered a wry grin.

Mission accomplished, the conspirator vanished almost as quickly as he had made his appearance, leaving Bluebelle frustrated and terribly bitter.

It was a long walk home that night and a restless sleep ensued. At dawn, she drew out her mirror and sat upon it. She fiddled with the pit, poked at it and tried to squeeze it loose until she worked herself into a frenzy of desire. No matter how she tried, she could not orgasm, nor would the pit budge.

Having learnt her lesson Bluebelle decided to make amends. She immediately ventured into town with a heavy, swollen pussy and set about draining every cock she had failed to make cum.

Townsfolk queued from sunrise to sunset before a red-kneed Bluebelle as she sucked her mouth numb. The entire time, she rubbed herself vigorously, trying to secure a release that continually evaded her.

Some were selfish, ignoring her pleas for release; they gripped her collar and fucked her face until their cum pelted against the back of her throat.

Others took great pains to tease her into a wild frenzy; they took turns at her mouth and her ass until they finally spilled over and laced her holes with cum that ran out and smeared her face and thighs, leaving her just short of ecstacy.

It was at sunset that the final ejaculation came.

It was Charlie’s.

Charlie had watched the proceedings all day and had resolved to be Bluebelle’s very last.

With a sheepish grin, Bluebelle gently took Charlie’s cock into her mouth and tenderly sucked him through affectionate caresses. She cupped his balls the way he liked and when he stiffened as though about to cum, she wholeheartedly took his entire length into her mouth.

Bluebelle satisfied Charlie this time. On her knees, before the entire town, she deep-throated his cock until he flooded creamy cum into the pit of her stomach.

Bluebelle held fast onto Charlie’s cock and sweetly kissed away the small beads that had escaped her lips. With one last swallow into a bellyful of cum, the pit plunked out of her.

Bluebelle was relieved and unreservedly happy. She and Charlie watched as the townsfolk walked away. When they were all gone, Charlie took a kinder, more considerate Bluebelle by the hand and together they disappeared into the forest where they lived happily ever after.

As for the cherry pit, it grew into an enormous tree where it fell. Each year, it bore a crop of magic cherries that were picked and safeguarded by that mysterious conspirator whose job it was to punish naughty little pixies like Bluebelle.

The End.

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Hello, it’s your humble omniscient narrator again. This guy Jon Thomas sure has a lot of people in his head. He has me working overtime trying to tell all their stories.

Here’s the latest Passion play inspired by his friend Jacy, from Texas.

~~~

Jacy Etergen is descended from royal stock. Her ancestor was a female Inca Chief who was born intersex.

She instructed Paq’o, her medicine man to create a potion that would free her from her curse. He came up with a concoction that was supposed to break the spell and permit her to become female only.

As all of us know, mixing potions is an inexact science, and not surprisingly Paq’o’s home-brew had the opposite effect. Instead of shrinking her over-sized clit to a normal dimension; the potion caused it to develop a mind of its own and transform into a long thick cock whenever it wanted.

The lady Inca Chief was a size queen, and now that she was packing, she was so happy with her really big penis; she decided to pass the secret elixir to her female descendants.

Paq’o enchanted the bottle so that only a female heir possessing a sexual nature identical to that of the Chief could open it.

Jacy is the latest female Inca Princess since her granny who has a strong enough sex-drive, and good enough judgment to be able to open the enchanted bottle.

The thing that none of the female Inca Chief’s ancestors realized is, Paq’o mixed her blood in the potion; this allowed her to live within anyone who drinks it.

She will live inside of Jacy until Jacy is no longer strong enough or have the desire to satisfy the lady Inca Chief’s lust for pussy. At that point it will be her responsibility to find the next female heir to pass the potion on to.

~~~

It was Friday evening in the master bathroom at stately Etergen manor, on the quarter acre lot that served as their estate.

Jacy and her hubby Mario had just finished fucking. Now she was sitting on the commode letting his spunk drain out of her Cono, while he stood at the sink a few feet away from her washing his Polla.

A short time ago they’d finished an hour long session of bumping uglies. While they were humping they were also working each other into a frenzy, by talking about their favorite fantasy again.

In it, Jacy played the role of the soccer mom, who was also a member of the P T A, and church choir. She had once again invited her dark black landscaper to plow her asshole with his big black cock, before emptying his nuts in her guts.

That particular scenario was more for Mario’s pleasure than it was for hers. You see, the thing that always gets Mario the most fired up, is the thought of Jacy getting nailed by a big black dick. On the other hand, Jacy loves to make Mario happy, so she goes along with role-playing that she’s getting stuffed to overflowing with ebony man-meat.

What he didn’t know though was every since she drank Paq’o’s potion, the Inca Queen who lives inside her wants some pussy from time to time.

As she flexed her pucker to squeeze the last slender ropes of Mario’s nut juice out of her dumper, she was hoping they’d find someone for both of them, during their weekend getaway in Dallas beginning the next morning.

~~~

A few hours later they were checking into their hotel, and Jacy had already resigned herself to taking one for the team. She was standing to Mario’s left while he was dealing with the hotel check-in clerk. That was when it happened. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable desire to look at a studly looking guy sitting in the lobby. When she caught his eye she puckered her lips and sent a kiss in his direction, though she didn’t know why she did it.

After the rugged looking man signaled his mutual interest with his eyes, she nudged Mario before leaning in closer and whispering to him. She said, “Baby I think I see the man for düzce escort us. Don’t look now, but he’s the cowboy sitting over there at the bar. I’ve already made a connection with him.”

~

Jethro Bodine was a ranch hand by trade. Yep they still exist in Texas. He was in town for a weekend of rest and relaxation, meaning he was going to a whorehouse to buy some pussy. For some unknown reason he’d been compelled to chill in the hotel lobby until it was time to head out to the cathouse. As his luck would have it, he’d just made eyes with a cute small town married lady. Based on the way she’d flirted with him, she was probably in the city with her hubby, to get down and dirty. If that was what they were looking for, he was the man for them.

He’d done it plenty times before. Women from the city often times have a romantic notion about rugged cowboys like him. The pencil dick husband usually wanted to watch their wife get fucked hard by a real man. The ones who weren’t in denial would often times join in.

~

When Jacy and Mario headed for the elevator, she veered over to the bar for a second, to give Jethro a piece of paper with their room number written on it. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and said, “See you in an hour.”

~

Jethro didn’t acknowledge her, but he smiled to himself discreetly. She was cute, and he liked redheads. Especially the ones built for comfort like Jacy. They always seemed to be just a little bit dirtier in the sack.

Her hubby was tall and wiry; those kinds of guys often times had a long thick pole. That was another reason Jethro preferred to come to town alone. He was a switch-hitter and he didn’t need the other cowpokes on the ranch knowing his business.

The hour went by quickly for him, thanks in part to the shots of tequila he drank. By the time he was walking into the elevator and punching up their floor, Jethro’s engine was primed and ready to roar.

~

At that moment up in Jacy and Mario’s room, drinks had been made, and the lights were low. Mario was still fully dressed, but Jacy was wearing her sexiest panty and bra set underneath a lacey cover-up.

When the knock on the door echoed through the room, Jacy flashed a nervous smile at Mario as he went to let Jethro in. She loved feeling the flutter in her stomach just before a new lover would join them. She’d positioned herself on the side of the bed facing the door, so the first thing Jethro would see was those pale thick thighs of hers.

As soon as Mario greeted him, Jethro walked into the room as though he owned the place. “Howdy partner,” he said to Mario while tipping his oversized cowboy hat. Then he turned his attention to Jacy and smiled at her, before he tipped his hat again.

He was standing with his bow legs shoulder width apart. His strong delicate hands were on his hips. His doe eyes and slightly heart shaped face had a hint of femininity, even with a three day growth of stubble.

He looked deep into Jacy’s eyes, and spoke in a somewhat feminine sounding voice that had some bass in it. “Howdy ma’am, Jethro Bodine at your service,” he said.

Before the words had finished flowing past his lips, Jacy’s smile froze, and her eyes bucked open, when she felt her clit-cock becoming a big thick schlong. She immediately thought to herself, “What the hell is going on? That’s only supposed to happen when I’m about to lay some pipe in some woman’s hot juicy slit.”

She was jerked back to reality when Jethro said, “What can I do for you?” He was licking his lips and unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t know why, but he was feeling more macho than he ever had before. Of course there’s always an exception to a rule, but this is no time to get philosophical.

As he slowly walked toward the bed he was tweaking his nipples edirne escort between his thumbs and forefingers.

By the time he was standing in front of Jacy, her clit had grown into her eight inch long, impressively thick schmeckel. Her legs opened uncontrollably, unveiling her trouser snake straining against her undies.

Mario’s facial expression was a cartoonish mixture of shock and surprise, when Jacy spread her legs. That big dong of hers was stretching her cute panties to the height of a circus tent.

Oddly enough Jethro didn’t bat an eye, and kept right on getting undressed. He shucked his flannel shirt and tossed it to Mario, and then said, “Make yourself useful, and help me out of my cowboy boots.”

He put a hand on a kneeling Mario’s shoulder to balance himself as he pulled one boot off, and then the other. His feet were like his hands, they were more delicate than you’d expect a cowboy’s to be.

A moment later he was standing inches away from Jacy wearing only his skinny leg jeans, while looking down at her with a cocky smirk on his face.

Mario was standing where he’d have a good view of Jacy’s handiwork. He was unzipping his fly as Jacy undid Jethro’s. He was planning to beat his meat senseless, while his schwanz loving wife serviced their guest.

When Jacy unbuttoned the last button on his button fly jeans and peeled them off of him, she let out an audible gasp before she could stop herself. Her big studly cowboy was wearing lacey pink panties, and the bulge underneath was shaped just like the plump mound of a vulva.

When she slid down his skivvies, she found a thick mane of neatly groomed pubic hair, surrounding a pair of thick coochie lips.

What neither Jacy nor Jethro understood or realized was, it had been the power of Paq’o’s potion that brought the transgender man, and chick with a dick together.

Meanwhile Mario couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He suddenly felt unsteady on his feet, the shock and excitement of it all was nearly too much for his brain to comprehend. The manly dark skinned cowboy had a cooter, and his ample bodied redhead wife had the type of tally whacker he dreamed of watching fuck her.

The unveiling of Jethro’s punani, together with the rise of Jacy’s clit cock, had gotten Mario so excited; he almost had a spontaneous ejaculation.

A few minutes later the three of them were buck naked and lying on the bed together. Mario was leisurely touching himself in a most inappropriate way. If he’d done that to someone on public transportation, he would’ve gotten kicked in the nuts, and arrested.

At five foot nine, Jethro was shorter than Jacy, yet he was in the more dominant position, as they lay there embracing each other. He was all man in every way but one, and even down there, his clit was thick and over three inches long. He was grinding it against Jacy’s leg while he tongue kissed her and played with her titties.

The way he was controlling the situation, you would have thought he was the one packing eight inches of tube steak instead of Jacy. He sucked her breasts, and planted hot kisses around her face, neck, and shoulders. All the while his cunny was creaming and begging to be fucked, and so he climbed aboard Jacy and rode her. He was grinding his crotch on her, and bucking his hips. Even though she was the one with the shaft, he was the one doing the thrusting.

He put his arms behind her knees and put her in the full buck position. He squatted and then mounted at an angle that allowed him to long dick himself on Jacy’s tool.

All the time Jethro was working her, Jacy was grinning from ear to ear. She couldn’t believe her luck; she was getting fucked, at the same time she was getting some kitty.

Jethro was using his body as well as any man Jacy had ever been with. elazığ escort In fact if she wasn’t seeing it was him, she’d swear it was Mario riding her. Jethro’s rhythm was perfect, as he swiveled his hips every time he pushed his tunnel of love, down on Jacy’s peter. Even though it looked like a massive pecker, it was really just her clit, and it was sending shivers of pleasure throughout her crotch.

In the position Jacy was in, all she could do was use her hands to run them all over his body, and play with his own good sized clitty. It was the size of a big thumb, and as hard as a rock. When Jacy felt herself getting close to cuming, she started jacking Jethro off. Her ministrations of his big button were right on time and exactly what he needed. Soon he picked up his pace and they were both headed for that little death we all feel when we bust our nut.

After they’d both had the last orgasm of the many that had happened while they were fucking, both of them laid on the bed for a moment to gather themselves.

Meanwhile, Mario had shot a load a long time ago, and was already getting chubby again. He felt like he was in the twilight zone as he surveyed the scene in front of him. The visual was surreal; Jacy’s curves looked womanly in spite of the log lying across her thigh. Jethro’s toned muscular ebony body, with his broad shoulders and thick chest were in complete contrast to the pretty pussy between his legs.

Mario was use to Jacy’s cock, besides a chick with a dick, kind of turned him on anyway.

We all have our kinks, don’t we?

The problem he was trying to fight through where Jethro was concerned was that he looked so much like a man, in spite of having that cute little box.

While he was contemplating his next move Jacy had been eyeing him. She could almost hear the gears in his head creaking and grinding, as his mind tried to sort through the dilemma of whether or not he could stick his dick in a honey pot with a man attached to it.

It’s an acquired taste I guess.

While he was filibustering about what he was going to do, Jacy said to him, “You’re taking too long to make up your mind, so I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You’re going to turn him over and get some of his poontang from behind, as soon as I’m finished with him.” Then she lay on her stomach with her head between Jethro’s legs, and took his clit-dick into her mouth. It wasn’t long enough for her to bob up and down, so she sucked on it like it was a piece of hard candy.

She swished it around in her mouth until she’d gotten her fill of pussy juice, and then she sat her big pussy on it. In Cowgirl position she couldn’t feel anything, so she reversed it. Now the angle was perfect for Jethro’s stubby three and a half inch member to caress Jacy’s g-spot.

Apparently the old adage that it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean has some truth to it. In this case you can also add that it matters who’s steering the boat. Even though Jethro had a little dingy, he was able to bring Jacy off, over, and over, and over. When she’d cum all she could, she turned around, leaned down and kissed him on the mouth,. “Now turn over cowboy, and give my hubby some of your snapper,” she said, while biting her lip.

As soon as Jethro was on his hands and knees Mario realized what a genius Jacy was. From the rearview Jethro’s bottom looked like any other split-tail. Mario quickly forgot about the man above the waist and went to town on Jethro’s nappy dugout.

He was working hard, and giving it all he had. He had decent length, but not as much girth as Jacy’s big clit-dick, and she had left Jethro’s fuck hole gaping open.

Regardless, Mario gave him a really good fucking, and Jethro came one last time when Mario shot his wad.

A short time after they’d all showered, Paq’o’s potion went dormant again. Jethro was gentler now, and Jacy returned to being a sweet soccer mom. Mario’s pervy side was well pleased and satisfied again, until the next time he’d want to watch Jacy fuck someone.

Jethro gave Jacy one last hug and a sweet kiss, before Mario walked him to the door, and gave him a handshake and a bro-hug before they said goodnight.

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The pirate ship Peregrine slowed its descent into the atmosphere of Prodosia. It was coming in planetside, staying well away from the Confed base and Tanith’s Gully. While their orders stated they needed to get on the planet, they also needed to be discreet. Dropping in hard and fast was no way to get that done, so they came in quiet, using what stealth tech they had to stay off the scanners.

“I don’t get why we aren’t heading straight to town, pillaging it like we should be!” one of the men on the bridge moaned.

“You heard the orders from Briggs and Zarkazh. We are to play the long game here. Find a way to infiltrate the town, so we can put ourselves in a good position to get close to this ship that thwarted our attack on Veldhern,” the captain told the man.

“Playing spy ain’t my pace, Cap. I’m more of a straight up fighter. Give me a good fight and I’ll do well,” the man grumbled.

“Then you and those of a similar mind will stay and guard the ship. Anyone comes near who isn’t supposed to, you are more than welcome to tear their guts out,” the captain told his subordinate.

“Now that, I can do!” the man grinned as the ship touched down on the surface of the planet.

The men aboard all knew their duties, and they scrambled to be ready to complete them. Once the engines were powering down, a squad of men was in the cargo bay, readying the land rover they had brought with them. The outer bay doors opened and extended a ramp, so the rover could be rolled out.

They would need the vehicle to get close to the town and possibly the base, but that was a secondary objective. Their primary objective was to get as close to the Darkstrider as possible and learn all they could about it. If they could manage to steal the ship, even better! But for now, they had to find a way into Tanith’s Gully that would not arouse suspicion.

Unknown to the rest of the crew, there were several men that were placed aboard this ship deliberately. These men were agents of the Lady Zarkazh, sleepers, who were to stay hidden until a certain task or situation came up. Should certain conditions be met, they were then given a set of orders to carry out immediately. Sometimes the orders were to overtake a ship, assassinate an officer, and a myriad of things that could come up.

No one truly knew what Lady Zarkazh’s aim was, and there were few who truly did know. None who were out in the field were privy to such knowledge, and that was the way the pirate lady kept it. Even then, those who had such information only knew fragments of the whole. She always played things close to the vest, never letting anyone know the entirety of what she was up to.

The Pirate Lady didn’t become one of the fabled pirate lords by being careless. The last time she had been careless, those who crossed her lost their lives. It was not a mistake she would repeat, and it was the building block of her reputation as the ‘Blood Dame’. Many had thought to cross the woman when they sensed a moment of weakness, but that was a serious mistake on their part.

She not only took her pound of flesh when crossed, she also took a good deal of their blood as recompense, if she allowed them to live. No one knew what she did with the blood, and no one cared to know. Many rumors swirled around about what she did with it. Some said she would drink it, others said she bathed in it, among many others.

Zarkazh, for her part, did little to stop the rumors, as they only added to her already fearsome reputation. With her legacy as a fearsome and deadly woman established across the galaxy’s underworld, few would ever dare to be her adversary. If you were, you often didn’t live long enough to regret it, and if you did, often death was preferable.

One particular man, the XO kept this in mind as he set up the encrypted communique for the Pirate Lady. He was aware of a ship of her loyalists that was inbound to the planet and knew that his message would be sent to her from them. In the communique was everything new that had happened until that point, which Zarkazh demanded. She liked to know everything that was going on, as no detail was too small for her.

It took all of two minutes to ready the message and the transceiver he had cobbled together from bits and pieces. The moment it was sent, the XO then rushed through, dismantling it and hiding the pieces in his cabin. Once it was done, he then stepped out of quarters, cool as ice, with none the wiser.

While the man had sent the update his lady had required, he was unsure of how things would play out here. Sure, he had his compatriots here to back him up, but if things went sideways, he wasn’t sure if they’d come out alive. Many of the men aboard this ship were brutes and not logic thinking beings. If they caught him sending messages like this, he wasn’t certain if he or his friends would be able to talk their way out of this.

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The crew that Jolena Sortani had put together under Lady Zarkazh’s orders was already underway to Prodosia. Jolena tekirdağ escort had tasked her most trusted lieutenant, Daphres Mahtarn, with this job. Daphres was not only a skilled pirate and captain, but she also commanded the respect of those around her, new crew members and old.

She had shown that she was not only a competent commander, but one that her crew looked up to. The Naucturi woman could be one hell of a hard ass when pushed, but she often did it in a way that didn’t invoke the crew’s ire. She had demonstrated that she cared for the wellbeing of her crew, and did everything she could to see them survive.

To her, they all mattered for the skills and talents they brought to the crew, but not just that. She valued the loyalty and camaraderie they had together and with such a bond, there was no length they wouldn’t go to, to succeed. As singular beings, they were fallible, weak, breakable, but as a crew, they were unstoppable.

Daphres had just received the communique from Prodosia, copied it, then sent the original message along to Lady Zarkazh. She took a few minutes and read the report, going over everything that was in it. So far, the conflict appeared to be escalating quickly. The natives were putting up a good fight and had even mounted a half decent defense against any incoming attackers.

While they put a damn good effort into defending their homes, it wouldn’t matter if the Confeds brought proper warships into the fight. With warships orbiting the planet, they could bombard the town at their leisure, while taking little in the manner of risk to conquer the world. Why the Human Confederacy was so hellbent on taking this world eluded the woman, but she felt she would figure out why soon enough.

Daphres had her orders, and they were to infiltrate the town of Tanith’s Gully and mingle along its population. Secrecy was paramount for this mission, as Lady Zarkazh had ordered it so. Their mission was twofold once they were inside the town. The first was to find a way to take that ship, the Darkstrider, as a ship that advanced needed to be in their arsenal! If they couldn’t take it, then they were to at least get the schematics for it.

The second reason was one of personal importance to her boss, and that was to locate and capture Dagan Min. While the crew knew of the mission to take him, only she knew the why. Supposedly, Dagan had done something to Lady Zarkazh in the past, and he was to be brought to her to face his punishment.

Daphres knew that punishing those who crossed the lady was a no-brainer, but she wondered why Zarkazh didn’t order the man killed. She didn’t know the reason Zarkazh wanted to punish Captain Min, but she knew it was a personal matter. It was then that she remembered Zarkazh had a penchant for meting out punishments personally. Daphres didn’t envy the man, as she knew the lady could be quite harsh, especially with that temper of hers!

“Arriving at the Voleskar hyperspace waypoint,” the helmswoman told her commander. Daphres smiled as the tunneling glow faded to starlines and they dropped into realspace.

“Excellent! How long before we jump again?” Commander Mahtarn questioned.

“Not even three minutes, ma’am. Just waiting on the new coordinates from the navicomputer,” the helmswoman replied.

In less than two minutes, the helmswoman guided the ship to the route to Prodosia and activated the hyperdrive. Moments later, they were back in hyperspace, on their way to the Abandoned Frontier. As she felt that subtle hint of vertigo that hit her every time they jumped, Daphres tapped at her wrist comms, sending off a covert signal through it. She then smiled when she heard the near-silent chime of acceptance, twice.

“Back in hyperspace, ma’am. Our ETA to Prodosia is just a little less than ten hours,” the helmswoman told her.

“Hmm. Very good! XO, you have command of the ship until my return. I am going to get myself some rest,” Daphres stated as she stood up.

“Yes, ma’am!” her subordinate saluted.

Daphres then turned and headed to the room that was on her left, which was her personal quarters. The door opened and then sealed itself behind her, automatically locking per her direction. Her room was a bit odd as the captain of a group of pirates. The motif of the room was one of birds that came in all shapes and sizes. There were holos and drawings of so many that the holos often cycled through the various species constantly.

She also had a tattoo of one on her back that she had done a while ago and had touched up often. It was of a phoenix, a mythological human bird that was made of fire. Not only did the bird itself look amazing, but the concept of being reborn from the ashes, thus never truly dying, appealed to Daphres. Just as the men who stood by her bed appealed to her in many ways.

“Door, full lock. Privacy mode engage,” Daphres commanded, and the automated pings sounded in the air, letting her know that her command was carried out.

“Gentlemen, tokat escort the slow word is ‘Kestrel’. The safe word is ‘Penguin’. Do you understand what these words mean?” she asked both men.

“Yes, ma’am,” they replied in unison, as they had done this dance with her many times before.

“Very well, then. You two may assume command of me and do whatever you wish to me. You may begin,” she told them with a small smile.

“Well, look at what we have here, Dom! I think she’s an eager little slut who wants to get wrecked!” the Rondathan man stated with a lascivious grin as he pulled Daphres to him, making her gasp at the contact of their bodies.

“I think you might be right, Khale! She does look the part, doesn’t she?” Dominic replied with an equally lecherous smile on his face, as he stepped in behind her, grinding his rapidly hardening dick into the crack of her ass.

Daphres stared up at Dominic, who was the quartermaster of the ship. The man had served with her for some years now and had done well at his post. He made sure that everyone got what they needed, when they needed it. Dominic’s ability to read people and accurately predict their needs was uncanny, which is why he excelled at his position.

Though he had been offered a promotion more than once, he turned it down each time. He would often say that if anyone else did his job, they’d get it wrong. How he had guessed her needs all those years ago mystified her, but she wasn’t complaining. Since their first encounter, she’d made a point to be doing this on the regular and was glad that she did! Daphres didn’t need this now and then. She needed it regularly!

His gray eyes looked into her pink ones, and she saw all the lust and desire he had for her. The man was fit, but lean, his dusky skin pulled tightly over his compact, yet unyielding muscle he had on his frame. The black hair on his head was cut short and styled neatly, almost giving him a clean cut vibe. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t huge either. He filled a perfect middle ground that left her wanting this man to just have her.

She then felt a hand gently touch her jawline and bring her gaze back to the man in front of her. Khale, like most Rondathans, was possessed of red skin and black hair, with his eyes a glowing, intense yellow. Like the man behind her, he had a strong and rugged jawline, which showed off his masculine features. The smile that played at his lips made him easily as appealing as Dominic, but that wasn’t the only reason.

Unlike Dominic, Khale was bigger, brawnier, but that often came with those who worked in engineering and repairs. Also, the man had a much weaker physiology than most other species, but it was something that he was correcting. A proper diet, rigorous exercise and, of course, genemods, had helped the man adjust to the rigors of working on a ship.

Recently, Khale had become much stronger, as a result of his genemods strengthening his body over time. Over the past few months, his newfound strength had been something that Daphres had enjoyed immensely! Especially when he tanned her rear with his bare hands, which left her begging for more! Daphres felt herself warm up just thinking about it!

“So, what do you say, sweetie? Do you feel like being used by my friend and I? If you don’t, then tough, because we are going to have you in every way we want, and you’re going to love it!” Khale told her, the grating sound in his voice sending goosebumps though her body.

“Hey, Khale! I think she likes the idea!” Dominic said to his friend, as he pushed his hand down past Daphres’ waistband and under her panties. She yipped when she felt the man’s fingers slide up and down her slick pussy lips before he withdrew them. He then put his fingers to his mouth, sucking on the moisture he had taken from her.

“Nice! How does she taste bud?” Khale questioned.

“Like a strawberry milkshake! Sweet and creamy at the same time!” the dark haired human grinned.

“Ooooh!! I need me a taste of that!” Khale growled as he scooped Daphres up and carried her over to the bed.

“W-what will you do to me?” she asked, her voice quavering convincingly.

“I was thinking about something like this!” Khale rumbled as he took the pants that Daphres was wearing and ripped them down the middle.

The tearing sound surprised Daphres as the fabric gave way, exposing her to the man. She still had a pair of underwear on beneath, but they didn’t stay there for long, as they were torn in half as well. Her steaming, dripping pussy was now on display for both men to see, making the woman shiver from the cold. The cold sensation didn’t last long, as Khale put his mouth to her bits, bathing them in the heat of his mouth.

She shuddered with delight as Khale’s lips kissed hers, making her squirm and writhe on the bed. Daphres almost plopped down onto her back, but the adrenaline coursing through her kept her upright. With Khale working his magic tongue on her nethers, trabzon escort it was hard to do anything else other than squirm.

“Hope you haven’t forgotten about me, honey!” Dominic’s gravelly voice told her, as she felt his hands on her chest. His fingers danced along the seams of her shirt, before he took large fistfuls of it and tore it to shreds. Her teal green flesh was on display for him to see, her perky tits drawing his eyes like bees to honey. Dominic grabbed the front of her bra, and with one hand, ripped it from her body.

Normally, Daphres would have been loath to have her clothing destroyed, but what she had worn was old and in need of replacing. She had made sure to wear older or secondhand clothing when she played games like this. Even though Khale was occupied with eating her pussy, he also took the time to peel what was left of her pants off her legs, leaving her completely naked.

“Now, I’m liking what I’m seeing!” Dominic growled as he descended on her sizable mounds, licking, sucking, nipping, and pinching her titflesh. These new sensations, coupled with what Khale’s tongue was doing to her bits, she could feel the familiar sensation of orgasm on the horizon. As a result, Daphres began to lose all sense of time and felt her eyes roll into the back of her skull.

“Hey buddy, I think she likes it! Want some more, honey?” Khale asked, as he stopped his oral ministrations. Daphres simply nodded, too far gone into bliss to even care about what she wanted and how she wanted it. Right now, the only thing that mattered was her reaching that peak of bliss.

Smiling, Khale went back to licking and sucking on Daphres’ honeypot, making the woman squeak as she neared the peak she sought. She was close, so close that she could almost taste it and a few seconds later, she did. Instead of it being something that hit externally, it felt like she was melting from the inside out! The feeling saturated her every cell to where she felt she would turn into a puddle of goo at her men’s feet.

She didn’t know how long it lasted for, but that she lost all track of time because of it was more than enough for her. Daphres blinked a few times, as she could feel like she was being moved about. Shaking her head a few times, Daphres cleared the orgasmic stupor she was in and finally came to. She was on all fours, with Khale behind her, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, while she looked down on Dominic, his thick tool throbbing and in need of tending to.

“Well? It’s not going to get slick on its own! Suck, bitch!” Dominic grated while grabbing a handful of her orange hair, pushing his dick past her lips.

Daphres fought him for a moment, until he put both hands on her head, slowly forcing his dick into her mouth. She pressed her lips tight, and would have held them there, but was then surprised when Khale pushed his cock into her. Her mouth popped open, and that was all the invitation Dominic needed as he drove his meaty cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Eyes bulging in shock, Daphres went with it, letting the human in front of her fuck her mouth, while the Rondathan behind her split her open with that massive tool of his. She gagged slightly, but was still able to breathe all right as the men forcefully spit-roasted her. Daphres registered a bit of pain while they did this, but the pleasure that surged through her outweighed any pain that she felt.

Khale and Dominic took charge of her, making her move for their pleasure. Since they had taken the time to give her some at the start, they took what they wanted from her now. Daphres enjoyed every moment they were using her, making her feel like the cock drunk slut she was. But she only became this woman for these two, and no one else, as there was no one else she could trust like this.

Though what they were doing could be hazardous, they all trusted one another to stay within their limits. If any strayed outside the limits or pushed too far, well, that was what the safe word was for. So far, they had pushed her close to the brink with this, but backed off just enough to where she felt safe. Daphres knew that when it came to these two, her safety was paramount.

“Hey, you want to switch it up?” Khale asked, as he was enjoying sawing in and out of Daphres’ love canal.

“Hmm. I was thinking that we do something different this time. Get below her. I want her ass!” Dominic grinned as he pulled his dick from her mouth. Daphres’ eyes widened for a moment, then she gazed up at Dominic, catching his gaze.

“Kestrel,” she told him quietly, letting him know to go slow with this.

Dominic smiled and nodded, then reached over to the nightstand next to the bend. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube as Khale shifted and put Daphres on top of him. Dominic quickly moved behind them, making sure to soak his dick liberally in the lube he found. Once his cock was dripping with it, he squirted a good dollop of lube on the puckered star of her anus, lined up his dick and pressed into her, slowly.

Daphres used her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, making it easy for Dominic to enter her. He took his time, pressing slowly against her, as she had asked. The pressure back there was intense, as Dominic’s dick tried to find a way in. Not a moment later, she felt the slight pop as the head of his cock entered her backdoor.

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The Children of Dream

Grunash stirred on the floor of his hut and raised himself to standing with a grunt. It had been decades since he last experienced such restful sleep. Though he knew the elves were partially responsible for this, it was difficult for him to admit it even to himself. “For what orc can show vulnerability and remain strong in the sight of the War Father?” he thought.

He sighed and made his way over to the hearthfire, which had burned to ashes in the hours he walked through dreams of his beloved. Rekindling the flames, Grunash clashed a pot and spoon together, heating a meal of tidbits leftover from the night before. The elves stirred from each others’ embrace and rose to join the shaman by the fire.

“Good morrow,” Eleanor said, holding out her hands for warmth. Grunash grunted in response and thrust a bowl of meat and bread crusts at her, which she welcomed and nodded her head in thanks. Grunash repeated the process with Peridur a moment later.

“Eat now, Bloodless Ones,” he said. “You will need all your strength for the foe we shall face today.”

Peridur consumed the repast with relish. “About this foe,” he said, after swallowing a large mouthful. “You’ve been fighting against it for eons. Would you share your knowledge and wisdom of it, so that we might be better equipped to triumph?”

Grunash marveled once again at how this elf reminded him so strongly of his Aelthic and tempered his naturally quarrelous reaction to the elf’s question in memory of his lost love. “I will do this thing,” he said and reached into a pouch that he always had at his waist. Removing another handful of the dust which had transformed the Soulbound into their primal wolfish selves, Grunash instead cast it directly into the flames that heated his cookpot.

As the powder met the heat of the fire, a cloud of shifting shadows rose within the tent. Grunash produced a hand drum from beneath his cot and began a steady hypnotic rhythm upon it. Within the cloud, figures began to move, and the elves realized they were viewing a collective memory belonging to Grunash and the entire race of orcs that the powerful shaman was bringing to life through his magic.

“Orcs were not the only race spawned after that long ago day when the gods wagered amongst themselves,” he said. “Though we are the most hardy and resemble the Great Mother and Father War through our connection to the power of our emotions. These strengths give orcs an advantage both in traditional battle and spiritual warfare.”

Within the cloud, orcish warriors screamed challenges at each other in ritualistic trials, their words remaining silent in Grunash’s memory, but their passion plain to see. One by one, the warriors fought, then fell, not into death as Eleanor first thought. As the shadows twisted and spun, she realized the orcs collapsed after their labors into cots lined up together in many tents, the gathered multitudes of an orcish army. Within moments, they were all fast asleep.

Grunash’s drum continued to beat as, within the vision in the apex of the tent of the fearless orc army, a darker shadow gathered. Insect-like legs emerged from a hole formed in the fabric of reality. A twisted centipede with the head of a dragon pushed into existence from this darkness, an obscene birth from the void.

“The god of dreams is both father and mother to his children,” Grunash recited in time to the drum. “Once they guarded a dream from their maker as it made its way into the minds of the living, gently guiding it from conception to reception, and sheltering its development. They did this as a gift to all sentient beings.”

The monster in the vision twisted its head this way and that, as if scenting for something only it could perceive. After a few moments, it focused on one particular orc warrior and struck so quickly that it would have been invisible, except for the tip of its scorpion-like tail which lingered as it disappeared through the center of the orc’s forehead.

“But no longer,” said Grunash. His pupils dilated as the orc in the vision began to thrash from side to side, tormented from within by a creature in its dreams.

“When the god of dream won the wager on Aelthic and the aurochs,” the shaman said. “In their rage, the goddess of love and the god of war cursed him to perceive the world as a loveless place and to imagine that his enemies were waiting to attack him around every corner.”

“His loneliness and paranoia changed the guardians of dream, his children, both in shape and function. Where once they looked like serpents, slimmer, fantastical counterparts to the great elemental dragons of nature, now they took on the nightmarish aspect of insects within a corpse, feeding on the remnants of despair.”

Within the collective memory, the warrior cried out in his sleep, awakening a few of his fellows in the cots around him. One stood and shook the sleeping orc, but he would not awaken.

The dream-traveling monster sprang out of the sleeping orc’s forehead, invisible erzurum escort to the orcs in the tent, but not to the shaman and the watching Soulbound. On the thing’s scorpion tail, the soul of the warrior was impaled on a barb through his chest. The elves watched with horror as the orc’s spirit was pulled through the rift in reality where the creature had first appeared and the tunnel vanished as if it had never been.

“They are now the Abhors,” Grunash said. He gently set aside his drum and the remembered vision faded into nothingness.

“What happened to the warrior who was taken?” Peridur asked.

“His body remained asleep until it withered and died from lack of nourishment,” Grunash said. “His unconquerable spirit remains alive with all the others who have been taken by the Abhors through the eons of their existence.”

“Where?” Eleanor asked, dread in her voice.

“In the cave,” Grunash replied, solemnly. “Deep within the realms of blood. I have guarded the waking worlds against their encroachment for hundreds of years. But the time for containment has passed. It is there we must go and remove their blight from existence.”

The Battle of the Cave

“What manner of warriors are you?” Grunash said, as he strapped his magical knife securely to his leg in preparation for assuming his animal form.

Peridur glanced at Eleanor before replying. “Our strengths lie in words and music rather than traditional warfare,” he said. “And, the depth of the connection between us is immense- for we are the two who are one.”

“Is this connection passionate?” Grunash asked but continued before Peridur could reply. “We can use that.” He reached into the sack of bone powder he had replenished upon returning to his hut and dusted the elves from head to toe in it.

“The strength of the Abhors lies in their speed and ability to cloak themselves in shadow,” he said as he worked. “You will be a match for them if you embody your primal selves. As a spirit creature, your heightened senses will confound any shadow and your base emotions will fuel your strength.” The Soulbound’s bodies shifted until two enormous wolves, one gray and the other white, stood in the shaman’s hut.

“Show the Abhors no mercy,” Grunash said as his canines elongated and fur burst out of every pore on his body. “The gods themselves have denounced them.” A few moments later, a giant bear thrust its bulk through the too-small door of the cave in which it found itself. Two wolves followed as the bear struck out on a path he knew well from eons of travel.

So it was, the shaman Grunash went to war one final time.

As the shaman and Soulbound neared the entrance to the Cave of Blood, Grunash found his senses being drawn to a different path than the one he was accustomed to taking. The fetid stench of the Abhors came from the way ahead, but an even more powerful smell emerged from a stand of trees to their left.

Hesitancy had not troubled Grunash in the hundreds of years he had been fighting the mutated children of Dream. With scarcely a change in pace, the shaman switched trails and approached the cave from an entirely new angle.

Once they had cleared the tree stand, the orc and elves saw a clearing in which a small but swiftly flowing stream separated them from a new entrance to the Abhor’s cave, one which Grunash had never seen before. He angrily blew air out of his nostrils at the sight.

Hundreds of sleeping souls in the shape of aurochs were being herded by chittering monstrosities into a mammoth hole leading down to fathomless depths below. Contrary to his belief that the Abhors had been dormant for some time, Grunash could clearly see countless tracks leading both to and from the area. The only unmarked areas of ground were where the stream flowed down from the heights above and around the clearing in a semicircle, washing the evidence of the dreamers’ passage away.

How could I have missed something so obvious, the shaman thought to himself. But no matter. The Abhors’ depredations end today!

Grunash rose up on his hind legs and roared a challenge at the creatures before him. The Soulbound raised their muzzles and howled, adding to the cacophony.

Nearly half of the dreamers being directed into the cave startled, reverted from mindless aurochs to their various forms, from elf to orc to human, for a brief moment before being catapulted back into their bodies which lay in slumber all across Arda. If any of the lucky dreamers considered that night during the rest of their lives, they dismissed it as nothing more than a nightmare.

But the true nightmare of what would come to be known to the elf chroniclers as ‘the battle of the cave’ was just beginning.

Deprived of their dreaming quarry, the Abhors in front of the cave rose up onto their hind legs and screeched, loud enough to cause Peridur and Eleanor to flinch as the monsters’ fury assaulted their ear drums.

Through hundreds eskişehir escort of minor skirmishes with the Abhors, Grunash knew their usual reaction to confrontation in the shadow realm- rearing back in disbelief and rage. As the elves hesitated on the ridge, he sprang into action, charging down the slope and throwing himself onto the nearest Abhor. His claws raked the monster’s body from beneath its dragon head down its soft belly to its scorpion tail.

The creature’s outraged shriek grew higher in pitch for a moment before its body exploded outwards in a concussive release of energy. The spirit weapon, Auroch’s Bane, glittered in the special sheath that Grunash had constructed so that he was able to carry it in his shamanistic animal form. The red gem seemed to absorb some of the energy created by the death of its ancient foe, and it started to gleam in the handle, emitting a bright light that drew all eyes to it.

Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the shaman’s charge, Peridur and Eleanor threw themselves into the fray. The massive gray wolf approached an Abhor whose insectile legs skittered across the dust of the plain, leaving hypnotic patterns in its wake. The wolf snarled and leapt for the Abhor’s neck, looking for a place to sink its massive teeth into its throat.

While her mate came at it from the front, the white wolf dodged nimbly between the dozens of other monsters who had been fixated by the red light of Auroch’s Bane. With a growl, the white wolf attacked the gray wolf’s target, clasping the creature’s scorpion tail in her mighty jaws and pulling it viciously to the side. The lower half came off in her teeth, filling her mouth with the taste of muddy ashes.

Meanwhile, Peridur performed the same tearing motion with the upper half of the monster’s neck and lower jaw. The Abhor seemed to sink into itself before exploding into errant dream energy. Peridur and Eleanor were knocked off their feet by the small explosion but quickly recovered, seeking confirmation the other was safe before turning to face the remaining foe, all of which were stalking the giant bear with the spirit weapon shining on his back like a red star.

Though his skills in battle were unmatched by any other shaman left in existence, even Grunash could not defend himself against dozens of Abhors. Despite his valiant efforts, the creatures were grinding down the bear’s energy with lightning fast strikes of their sharp teeth and pointed tails. Bleeding from dozens of wounds, Grunash swung his claws back and forth, roaring his defiance first as a bear, but then, as his energy flagged even lower, he changed back into his orcish form.

“Father War,” he screamed. “Prepare your halls, your son comes to you at last!” He reached to his hip and withdrew the Auroch’s Bane, which was now shining so brilliantly that the Soulbound were forced to avert their eyes lest they risk blindness.

With a final war cry, Grunash used both hands to drive the sacred knife up to the hilt of the creature’s head in front of him, taking a scorpion tail strike full in the back as he did so. His momentum carried him into the body of the Abhor he had stabbed, and the shaman and his last foe fell together in a final embrace.

Peridur and Eleanor were harrying the heels of the multiple Abhors in front of them, but were unable to get close enough to help the shaman, his thick blood falling to the plain and covering the handle of his knife, which remained in his enemy’s corpse. As he fell, the elves found themselves back in their customary forms- their primal selves disappearing as Grunash’s consciousness faded.

The Soulbound ran for each other as the Abhors turned their attention from the one intruder to the two remaining. Eleanor had the notes of a shield song rising in her throat, when the gem on top of Auroch’s Bane exploded outward in a burst of energy so bright that left tracers in her eyesight.

For a moment, all was still in the realm of shadows. Then, the soul of a hero from ages past stepped out of the gem fragments. He had hair the color of the night sky and was dressed in leather, covered front and back with the menacing designs orc warriors bore on their armor. In his hand, he bore a spear made of oak with a bright blade shining on its end.

Despite these other signs, Eleanor didn’t believe it until the warrior opened his eyes, revealing silver irises that gleamed as if they carried starlight within.

“Aelthic,” she breathed and then many things began to happen all at once.

There was a roar and a rumbling which shook the ground and clicked Eleanor’s teeth together. Then a veritable horde of Abhors poured from the entrance of the cave to join the monsters on the plain. Peridur and Eleanor stood back-to-back, he raising his deadly bow to shoot arrow after arrow into the encroaching monsters and she singing a song of protection and defense with the two who shared one soul as its center. The Soulbound stood gaziantep escort like a rock in the surf while the Abhors broke against Eleanor’s magical barrier in waves.

Aelthic assessed the battlefield in one glance and began to move with the grace of a dancer, slaughtering everything in his path. His spear spun effortlessly through one Abhor after another, more like an extension of his own body than a separate weapon. He sang as he moved, an ancient dirge to the god of War that Peridur had read in the histories but never heard performed as all who had known it had perished in the distant past.

Between the song and his deadly movements, Aelthic’s progress took on a hypnotic quality and Eleanor found her limbs growing heavy in an approaching trance as she watched him. With an effort of will, she pulled her attention away from the hero as Peridur called her name.

“Look at the fallen,” he said, drawing his bowstring back to his ear once more. She sought out Grunash, lying with frightening stillness among the ever-increasing corpses of his enemies, and gasped aloud. The incarnate souls of elves, orcs, and humans were stepping out of the bodies of the slain Abhors, much as Aelthic had appeared in the destruction of the gem of the spirit weapon.

As the souls achieved a tangible presence in the shadow realm, they took up the dirge of the god of War and added their strength to the battle against the waiting Abhors, which still numbered in the hundreds despite Aelthic’s nearly constant slaughter.

The reincarnated warriors looked joyous as they sang and hacked their way through the monsters. And with each fallen foe, a dozen new allies emerged to continue the fight. In moments, the tide was turning in favor of the Soulbound. Nothing could stop Aelthic’s progress nor the spirits who followed him.

Inevitably, as it seemed to Eleanor, Aelthic’s mighty spear skewered the last of the Abhors and a sigh seemed to pass through the warriors gathered there. The silver-eyed hero walked to the center of the throng and raised his spear above his head. “Father War granted you vengeance against the monsters who cowardly killed you in your sleep,” he said, his voice effortlessly traveling to all who stood on the plain. “Warborn, you have earned your rest.”

As he lowered his spear, the souls began to fade from the shadow realm. One moment, Eleanor stood in the center of hundreds of warriors and the next, they were gone. She ran to the fallen shaman only to find that his lover had gotten there first, moving with his deceptively swift speed from one corner of the battlefield to the other.

Aelthic had gathered a thin foreleg from every creature he killed, when he managed that Eleanor had no idea, but as he rolled Grunash over, he presented the grisly trophies to the shaman as if they were a bouquet of the finest flowers. “I have avenged you,” he said simply, kissing the orc’s brow.

Eleanor was surprised to see Grunash’s eyes were still open. “Aelthic,” he wheezed, coughing up blood. “How I have missed you.”

“I never left your side,” Aelthic said, removing the Auroch’s Bane from the Abhor’s throat where it was still lodged. “Such was my grief at being parted from you, Father War granted my request to stay with you until it was time for you to pass over into the lands of death. I did so by inhabiting the gem of your spirit weapon, but I was not allowed to show my presence.” The hero knelt once more at Grunash’s side. “For some things are beyond the ability of even the gods to grant.”

Grunash’s eyes widened in surprise. “You never left me…” he said with a sigh, then the ancient shaman took one more breath and was gone. Aelthic folded the orc’s hands on his chest over the remains of his enemies.

“Despite dying thousands of years ago,” he murmured, so quietly that Eleanor almost couldn’t hear him. “You, my beloved Warborn, will arrive in Father War’s halls before me.” He stood from Grunash’s side with a final, gentle caress to the orc’s face. “Though you will not have to wait long.”

Aelthic turned to Peridur and Eleanor, who stood hand-in-hand, with the remnants of a once-proud race in pieces around them. “You must end this,” he said. “The fight which I won so long ago created a schism between the gods. Father War and the Great Mother never relented in their amnity towards Dream for winning the bet and causing them to lose face in front of the pantheon of immortals.”

“In revenge, the goddess cursed him so that he could feel no love from others,” Aelthic said. “And the god of war cursed him to see conflict all around. In despair and confusion, the god of dreams retreated into his own private nightmare, from which the Abhors arose to prey upon the dreams of the living.”

As the hero spoke, the earth shook once more and a pair of enormous horns began to rise from the dust of the plain. With a crash like thunder, the skeleton of a mammoth aurochs unearthed itself from beneath the Abhors’ cave. It shivered and shook for a moment, then stood quite still, as if waiting.

“Wake the god of Dream from his living nightmare,” Aelthic said. “Grunash waits for me in the halls of Father War, and I will tarry here no longer.”

“Wait,” Eleanor said. “I thought the halls of the god of war were reserved for his most favored children, the Warborn. How is it that you, an elf, will gain entrance?”

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